It was my only third date with her since we first started talking to each other. And already I was feeling emotions I’d never felt before in my life. I was falling for her, she knew that. And I was falling for her badly. Making everything around me a blur. Everything else becoming nothing but series of trivialities. Without any consequence, without any importance. My whole world pivoting around her.
My existence diffusing into hers. Her world dissolving into mine.
The moment since I first saw her, I knew, there was something that connected me to her. Something that tethered me to her in that special way for the first time in my life. That pulled me towards her with a force that overpowered me into thinking hours and hours about her without break.
And the roots of this force reaching from a space deep inside me which I never thought could exist within me. That place which was growing within me, every passing moment, every passing day of my life.
What this place was, I had no idea about.
I’d never felt something like this within me before. I could not name it or express it in words. It was a feeling. Not to be tarnished with explanations. It just existed. And I knew about it in a way that was intimate that no words ever could be.
What I knew about this place was that it was pure. As pure as the place in which the first matter must have been created. The first building blocks of life. The breeding place of first atoms and molecules. The first rocks and rivers. The first beating hearts and the breathing humans. A place devoid of any pretense or lies. A place made up of truth and only truth. Of pure life giving light. Of illumination and enlightenment and nirvana that only sages experienced after years of worship and devotion.
How amazing is that?
To see someone, a total stranger, whose life has been alien to you until that one particular moment. One particular moment that changes everything for you and connects your life with a total stranger in a way you could never imagine. One particular moment that becomes defining in a way that makes your whole existence pivot around it.
Pivot around meeting that person who existed an independent life before. Lived far from you. Unaware of your existence. Different paths taken, different worlds lived. Made mistakes, tumbled, and fell, only to get up again. Take steps forward, not knowing that all that they ever did was to reach you. Their wayward arrow of destiny rocking back and forth, right and left until they find you. The one they were ever looking for.
And then when you do, you realize, every mistake that you ever made, every wrong step you ever took — all that meant something, had a purpose, had a role in shaping your journey, in outlining your destiny, only so that you could meet that one person — a person which justifies every mistake you ever made. Every fall that you ever suffered.