It's a short story, this.

He was waiting for her at the car, looking like he meant business. She walked out of her house, smiled at him and said Hi. He just nodded.

Strike One.

They drove to the destination. He ordered the drinks. They lit cigarettes. She talked animatedly about her day. He looked around. She swayed to the music that played. He looked down in his drink. She played with her hair, he played with his phone. She excused herself to the bathroom.

Strike Two.

She came back to the table. He asked her something, she explained. He stormed out. She followed. They sat in the car, he drove in silence. She wept. Her face was full of tears, he said harsh things. He slapped her across the face, she wept. He said this can't be love that he felt. She said, it must be love for he can't find another who would feel this way. He drove off. She walked home.

Strike Three.

End of story?
or
Circle of life?

There is a lot of things that we learn the hard way. The boundless pleasures of life aren't experienced when you expect them. Instead, they materialize when you need them.
The question is- what happens when the need coincides with the expectation? The answer- magic.

We spend most of our lives complaining about how things never turn out how we want them to. Stop for a second, think about it. Open yourself to the possibility of a bigger picture. There is one. One beyond every pragmatic thought that has ever crossed your insipid mind. Beyond your realm of comprehension. One doesn't have to be religious to understand the power of faith. One doesn't have to fold their hands, bow their heads or kneel on the ground to indulge in faith. At one point or another, we all make the mistake of leaving it up to faith. And that's when all the realities of life seem to melt into a beautiful kaleidoscope.

We define the most abstract experiences. Love, hate, anger, jealousy,greed, pain, hurt, betrayal,. What do we know of them? We just know that those are things that one is supposed to experience at some time or the other. They are all part of a routine that has been programmed into our brain. It's only a matter of time, when it happens. When the balance beam shifts from the usual, when our faith is stirred, we experience these feelings. The most we take out of it, whatever we take out of only teaches us to have more faith. Invest more time towards introspection and search our souls for some more faith. An ounce more than what we had the time before. It goes on till the day we realize, we live no more. The ultimate test of faith. And even then, we hope for another day to live just so we can have a little more faith and make amends.

Us, a tiny speck in the lap of the universe. Faith, the remote control to all the beginning and the end. There is such beauty in this breakdown.