Ever wondered why? Yes! “Why?” The first question we always asked to our parents during adolescence. You wanted to know why is the sky blue in color. You wanted to know why mother doesn’t approve of you playing with fire. And why was it so important to wash your hands before having meals. Why do others want us to succeed in life? And please.... for God’s sake; tell me why do you care so much about me.
Why has God created so many emotions for us? For a moment you think of all the beautiful things in your life and wonder; how can you live without them. When the newborn child grabs the finger of its father assuring that one day his son would offer his finger during senile times. The hug from her home-returned son that smoothes out the uneven heartbeats mother had had since the day he left home. Why isn’t there anything that can soothe mummy that I am fine?
At other moments you think of the dear ones you lost and wonder; what could it be like if they were still with you. Past gropes on the walls of your heart scratching deep wounds; punishing you for your reluctance to say only the three words, “I Love You!” Why does God mock at us, making it impossible to bring back the time?
There are moments when you wish you could spend the life with your only love. The sight of whom comforts you. You have no idea how long it had been when you last saw her. It may have been only an hour. You are apprehensive before proposing your love to her, afraid of all the odds against you. And when she smiles and nods, the apprehension evanesces. It becomes like the flower and the dewdrop. Both cannot do without each other. Why is life so incomplete without her?
You cannot imagine life without your family of friends. The friend can see inside your mind. Your friend can make out that you are upset when you are unusually quiet. At other moments he can bask in your euphoria; be it topping the charts in college or a stupid six or a wicket in a cricket match. You hug all that out. Often you feel the urge to hug the dear friend and let the hearts do the sharing. It may be a deep sorrow or a silly worry. Dear friend! Why do I long for your hug?
But as you proceed in this journey called life, this quest to find reason withers away. You finally realize there aren’t sufficient answers to the questions. You start to understand there is no point answering those questions. They are better off unanswered. Why are the reasons so inexplicable? Oh dear! Another “Why?” Every time I ask myself the question I end my answer with “because of ... The Reason”.
