Satrangi Re.......... Seven Stages of Love

by a HansRaj Alumni 2010 batch

In a cold crisp night, the only thing I need is the warmth of the dry and satan(ic) quilt. And when someone tucks you in there, it is heavenly. You tend to enjoy more inside when it is bad outside. I am referring to the weather. You want the rain to get even more torrential. You want to laugh on the misery of the harmless rain. I try to think of something sublime but my mind is still talking to the rains. Turning my face towards the door, I see the drops falling desperately to get to me. But the truth is that I also somewhere inside of me want the little droplets to find their way to me. Both egocentric fools, I sleep and the rain recedes.


The clean trees seem to have bathed themselves as if they just cremated one of their loved ones. They seem to have been drained of all the power they had, all the life. A sudden tranquillity engulfs the surroundings. Was I the culprit? Yes, somewhere I was. The rains had avenged.

The "suf" (wool) could not be worn on the "saf"(clean) innards because their were none. There was Hub, there may have been Unns or maybe Ishq but there was no Aquidat or Ibadat, let alone Junoon. I did not regret. Life goes on. Rains were not the one for me. The trees were dusty again. They were into the humdrum affairs of life forgetting their past and my past. Did I just say my past? Who am I? The trees didn't even remember me. The shy sun was out of the clouds and smiled not knowing my plight. He wasn't there when I was dumped.

I was back alone at my home in my quilt. Today it was uneasy inside the quilt. I wanted to throw it away. It was a burden. I realized that nothing will be deserved in the comfort zone. You need to reach out there and to give up. There is nothing called Possession but there is something more important called Union. As somebody rightly said, Life isn't a success story after all, it is a love story.
To reach the top you cant't just stand on the second last rung of the ladder or the second last stage. You need to venture forth. I tried. I was confident. I gave in. And finally I reached there. 

C'mon. C'mon. Come on!.... The clouds roared. The rains came back. I was grateful. "I love you rains" Fall as hard you can get. Destroy me but let me be your own, your own part. It caressed me slowly and then hard, softly and then harsh. Smeared with love, I was embracing it. I was absorbed, intermingled and i was lost. We could not be separated.

We were one
The "I", there were none
Back then I was a nerd
Now a little clever,
It all went away like a surd
And Fanaa I was forever