The Love Game: Season Finale

 

"Emotional dependency is a web of expectations that when not fulfilled breaks the chord of many relationships."

Jahnvi walked back home, not realizing, her soul was in heaven. She walked blankly on the city streets still waiting for dawn to set on resting bodies fast asleep in a mirage of auspicious beginnings called day.

She reached home, tear stained, unlocked the door and entered home. She was shocked to see her parents waiting in the living room. Too scared to say a word, she passed them on her way to her room. She was about to bolt when her mother said, "If it's yourself you're running from then know that a new beginning awaits you today. Find yourself in between the passage of time from then to now. You won't be lost anymore."

She adhered to what she said. Stepped inside her room quietly and locked it. She gathered her thoughts and realized she was dead. She ran into the bath, and under the shower, she cried. She cried loudly for the first time in two years. She cried to have severed ties with her old self. She cried for the loss of her love life. She cried because she knew she was broken. She wailed for a long time and then she washed away the pain from her soul. Something inside her said, "Be like floating water. Go with the flow and let life shape you into a new soul."

Determined, she rubbed hard and then dressed into a silk night suit. She wanted to feel good. She felt new. She didn't eat her usual ounces of food and had a chilled glass of milk instead. She settled on her bed. Head leaning on the headboard and she stared out of the window, far way into a new space of her soul.

Life isn't about losses if you think with perspective. Life is about learning and building a stronger foundation to survive each time. Some of us learn through lessons, some of us learn through caution. But learning from lessons gives you leeway into fully being present in a situation and by relying on your own wisdom. Sure, you may fall. But it only makes you twice as smart.

Many of us give up life remaining within coastal guards. We know we have someone to have our back when we dive hard. But life isn't about living on tenterhooks. It's about living each day to receive more path breaking wisdom that comes from giving up the floats of life.

The very significance of life is Bonjovi's 'It's my life.' We have one life, but we are wasted on work, kids, kitchen, bank balances and the shackles of recycling a lineage to our names that we forget to swing hard in the gardens of experiences that shed man's premature perceptions, every time, with enriching wonders that await us beyond the roots of our barricades to higher self recognition.

Who has put shackles on man? Human expectations. He's my husband so he has to stay loyal. He's my kid so he has to be successful. I am a wife so I have to sacrifice? Co-dependency prevents self evolution. Sure, you do all of the above. But only if you want to do it. Nobody should make you want to do things you do not wish to. You're the master of your life, only if you fly with the winds of tide.

Without emotional dependency comes the gift of pure love. A love without expectations is a love to be had. We're not vagabonds by experimenting with the different realms of our perceptions. But by being emotionally independent, we, in fact, allow our perceptions to be more accepting.

A sense of ownership in any relationship leads to disappointments that turn into devastating trauma. Only if we humans overcame expectations with love and a ever giving gift of nature that in turn gives us what we want but with respect from the person we get. 

Jahnvi felt an all consuming energy of the sunlight. Of the promise of being alive and the chance of a rebirth. Something told her that today, 1st March was perhaps when the endless summer would end. Irony, since its going to be summers now. But not the ones from the last two years anymore. Summer of joy, colors and a fresh start.

She was a soul who died two years ago at 28 and experienced life after that which was punishing but rewarding in the end. Prantik was a lesson. Washed away in the tide of her past. Jahnvi didn't feel any emotion thinking about him. She decided, he didn't matter anymore.

Today she was an independent custodian of her new beginning made stronger with an instinct for self reliance. She didn't need anybody to make her happy. She didn't need anybody to make her sad. Her soul was caressed by the way of life so detached from human bonds, she was neutral to her new path.

She counted only on her self and if people came by in her life, they were most welcome to have a good time. But she was on a higher subliminal level than that. She was human after all, yes, but she was detached from human dependency.

Jahnvi had run single for a long time and lost herself in the crowd temporarily only to realize she was nice to everyone because she didn't rely on anyone's opinion of her anymore. At 30, she had drastically seen life's meaning change for her. In a way, she thanked Prantik for coming in her life only to go away because without that she wouldn't have matured in a spiritual way.

With a spiritual reckoning enforcing her to raise the bar of her temporary bonus called human life, she got up and went to her mum in the living room. She said, "Mum, I quit smoking. I don't need substances to relax me anymore. I have a third eye that prompts me to live smoothly here on." She continued, " I am still not ready to exercise but you better watch my weight with me. Its not being fat that bothers me. Its being depressed that caged me for so long. Not now, not ever. Time to get back the gift of real beauty that shines from within. Healthy mom not fat."

Jahnvi's mother hugged her daughter and said," Only sabzi without oil and salad for six months. I am ready to welcome back my Jahn."

With that, mother and daughter settled on the sofa and watched 'Andaz apna apna.'