A Silent Meditation, On Love- Chapter I

She figured that since the clouds were rather gloomy, it would be better not to hang the clothes at all. It was an excuse, actually. She drifted back to her room.



It was going to rain anyway.



Sitting back on her chair, she resumed her online conversation. Much was discussed. Halfway typing, while she was about to press the “E” key, a thought struck her.



One wonders why we take delight in trivialities. Enter.



Her friend replied with an emoticon scratching its head.



She smiled. “That was random,” she chuckled. Hmm…trivialities.

***

“Don’t worry.” He reassured his friend. Bad times, after all, are followed by good times. It only rains for so long.



An apt metaphor, rather, considering the heavy rain outside.



Just get another girl, was his point.



His friend got his meaning, and nodded. “But she meant a lot to me,” he said.



Yeah. Breaking up is tough. Especially when that someone happens to mean a lot to you. He mused silently. Then again, my cat meant a lot to me. I think. And it ran away, nonetheless. I think she didn’t give a damn about me.



“You know,” his friend added, “it always felt like we were meant for each other.”



He sighed. There were only so much of jilted boyfriend clichés he could take.



“Hmm…” he thought.



“He subscribes to the metaphysical soul connection theory.”



Fanciful. But weren’t feelings just your brain juices flowing about? How does that make things meaningful to you? How does it suddenly make you or someone else special?



One of the comments when he wrote all his thoughts on his blog: “No wonder you don’t have a girlfriend.”



True, true. But relationships based on...emotions? Or perhaps some illusions are necessary. Either way, his thoughts could be paraphrased thus: Hmm…absurdities.