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A Random Dialogue

I love interesting conversations. Given any day of college, I would gladly skip my meals, sit down with a group of intellectual individuals to have constructive discussions on meaning of life, far away galaxies, purpose of existence, love, poetry, Theory of Relativity and the Higgs-Boson particle rather than attending a bunch of somniferous lectures which add little or no value to my pursuit of true knowledge. A couple of days ago, this beautiful girl walked me through and
we shared this soul-stirring talk:
Let's call her A.
A: You write amazing poems. I really wonder how you manage to put so many thoughts into words!
Me: Thank you very much. But very frankly I have not written any poem so far.
A:(shocked) What do you mean? (pointing to the board on the side wall) You didn't write that poem displayed on the board?
Me:(being modest) No. Although it has my name and copyright on the bottom right corner but to be very honest, I didn't write it.
A:(perplexed) I don't get you. If you didn't write it, then who did?
Me: Ah! I freaking love this question. I believe nobody can 'write' a poem, a prose or anything for that matter. It's the other way around - your poem writes you. It experiences your feelings, your thoughts, your fears, your insecurities, your past, present and future. I know it may sound philosophical but trust me I'm a very practical person!
A:(smiling) I see. What I don't get is how do you pull off such sentences which portray imagery, personification etc so accurately?
Me:(whispering) I'll tell you my little secret: Words - they find me. Even if I'm occupied with day to day work or worldly obligations, they stand by my side always. Unlike people, they don't have hidden & selfish motives. Unconditional love, you see.
A:(looking amazed) How do you think so deeply?
Me: It is the mercy of Supreme Lord. He gives me the power of imagination. I am merely an instrument.
A:(staring at me) Really? People don't believe all that anymore.
Me: People are suffering. They are trapped by mundane longings and sense gratification which will only make them a prisoner in this world full of miseries.
A: So you think there is an absolute source of knowledge?
Me: Yes. But people don't believe in it and have no desire to reach that level. So it's hidden from all. Those who truly seek it, find it. Those who are ignorant need not worry. One may be ignorant about gravity, but that doesn't stop gravity from acting. Laws of nature applies to all, whether you know them or not. So a wise man never plays with nature. He respects her rules and follows them religiously.
To be continued..
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Location: New Delhi, Delhi, India

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