Bridge the Gap

Karan and Hemant were two best friends, but now they are not on speaking terms.
The reason?
Political differences.
They are staunch supporters of the two different parties. One evening they were discussing the political scenario of the state in the group. Discussions led to arguments that followed heated exchange of words.

Does it not sound familiar?

It happens very often in our friends circle as well as within the family. And the reason may be anything, but the most prominent one is the difference of opinion that hurts the two hearts.

One’s ego is hurt and the other’s is inflated. The balance is disturbed.

Just imagine what will happen to this bamboo sculpture, if a harmony is lost by moving the stacked bamboos back and forth.

We meet many people in the life, and
some of them make a home in our hearts, become an integral part of the life, dominating our every moment, but suddenly they get lost, become stranger and then out of touch.

It happens everywhere. Something goes awry, then arguments arise, doubts arise, some old issues arise and the mountain of misunderstandings makes the whole thing so complex that it’s difficult even to think how to proceed further. A complete deadlock.

Their numbers continue to stare from the mobile phone, but the question is who will restart.
“But why me?” keeps crippling the mind.

No looking back! But what shall one get? You destroy your own interior. Finding faults and shortcomings is a good thing if it starts with the self. Not everything that meets the eye is true. Trust can move a mountain, but doubt can build a new one.

When a wound is inflicted by a loved one, it’s true that neither blood comes out nor sighs, but who is going to apply the ointment of affinity, and who will get comfort. Of course, it’s mutual, but ice has to be broken somewhere by someone, and that can be achieved by mutual understanding. Only one who is alive, can be flexible, can bend, not the dead one.

So let’s not build walls, but bridges to connect souls, to bridge the gaps between you and me.

–Kaushal Kishore