Dear Charvi,
The darkness
that follows nightfall skillfully conceals the finer details of the world,
giving it a mysterious charm. And it is in this dark unknown that the secrets
of a million hearts are revealed. After a hard day’s work, as the common folk
enter into a deep slumber, their daytime veil slowly slips off and a new world,
a world entirely centered on them, begins to unfold.
There are three wise
spirits who wander among the masses – invisible, unheard but occasionally felt
when circumstances necessitate it to be so. One night, having grown weary of
their usual pursuits, they gathered under their favorite tree, silently gazing
at the stars above, listening to the sound of deep breathing which was emanating
from the houses around. And so they began to wonder, wise as they were, as to
what trivialities occupy the minds of the mortals when their stream of
subconscious is uninterrupted and is completely their own construct. And thus
it was decided that each of them would enter into a human’s dream, see into
their souls and discover their desires.
And so the
spirits drifted in their separate ways, watching, listening and losing
themselves in the dreams of the people. Once they had seen enough, they
returned to the tree and spoke of what they found.
The first wise
spirit saw the fears of the folks who blamed change for leaving them astray. It
was puzzled that the natural course of time, the inevitable, could be such a
cause of worry. After all, it is the erratic graph of the heartbeat that proves
one is still alive, the chaos of the soul which breeds the rhythm of the heart.
A straight line on the graph means you have ceased to be, the rhythm brought to
an abrupt stop, the chaos lost in the sameness of the eternal rest.
The second wise
spirit kept it even brief. Its heart was heavy with a saddening truth, for it
had noticed that those who have nothing, understand the value of something
while those who need nothing are blind to everything. And in all this confusion
it was nothing that found its right place.
The third wise
spirit was disappointed in what it found. The humans, it seems, were too busy
basking in the former glories of their forefathers, too involved in retaining
their prejudice, that they forgot to find their own true purpose. It seemed that
so clouded was each of their minds that no room was left for reason or
learning. And yet it was with pride that they declared themselves to be the
superior beings of nature.
As the final
words were spoken, silence once again consumed the world. When company is
scarce, the devils of the heart find comfort in the alleys of the mind. The
light was returning in the east. Soon the world would continue to run about its
course again, forgetful of their nighttime visions. But as for the three
spirits, together they wept for the world.
Forever yours
faithfully
A(u)nty
