April should have been the month to thaw- to draw back the curtains, let the sunshine in, pull off stoles from around our shoulders and march into the yard. This should have been the time for us to look into the eyes and affirm that something called compassion does hold people together.
But other things always get in the way. There are things like want, greed, jealousy and lust that destroys everything compassion is capable of instilling. And always, when sex interferes with relationships, you end up losing what you wouldn't give up for anything in life. Not even yourself.
Yes, so everyone likes sex. We are much too often guided by our libidos. But why should an orgasm be allowed to decide what the other person feels for you is or isn't love. Why should a touch of want be termed love and perhaps a loving so permanent be termed passe just because there is no touch? At the end of the day, it's something deeper than sex that keeps a heart happy.
So anyway, it's almost May.
I would have rested indoors this month after the sunshine in April. I would have sat down by the grotto, weaving wreaths for Mother Mary's Tiara, singing by the shade of the grotto. But since April wasn't the time to thaw, May won't mean devotion, either. This is the month of rebellion, when the Maoists will bring out their parades on the streets and the rest of the nation will sit and wonder whether to retaliate, or believe that after a four-year gap, it was high time Nepal saw some serious stunts on the streets. We're so used to unstable governments, fractured politics and of forever complaining and not doing anything about what can be done.
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