The Missing Link

"Life..It is a terrible and great, and short and endless thing. The funny part is, none of us come out of it alive."

At least, that is one thing, in which we are all together, aren't we? Life is a fibonacci series, you get the 0 and the 1..and then 1 again, in case you've missed it, a second chance! And there's the 3, but then you jump to a 5 or a 55 to an 89 and all that was in between are just misplaced memories, the introns in your RNA, the lost possibilities. And this is where I begin, the missing link.

Sometimes, things go missing right in front of our eyes. It is as if, they were there all the time,and then one fine day, they just dissolve into the atmosphere, empty, impalpable. Aha!Now that it is lost, we seek it madly. We upturn events..PLAY..PAUSE..PLAY again, hunt for clues, though we are pretty clueless most of the time. A lost case is suddenly of relevance!

People get lost all the time; We lose sight of ourselves when we are not paying enough attention and then we look for signs. Sometimes, the signs really are there, sometimes,we just make them up. But most of the time, we can't tell one from the other. We hope that something or someone will lift us, carry us back to where we have dived into the quicksand.

We keep losing time all the time. We start early, we reach late, and at the cross-road, we stand confused, looking this way and that, pining for an orifice through which time may have leaked out. We find none, we turn harlequin, we complain, we cry and then we are back to rushing again.

It is good to lose things sometimes and it is even better to forget. It is like we all have this in-built trash box, that we are unaware of, where apparently irrelevant memories slowly diffuse, without warning. We make a clearance to accomodate, to update. This is how life works; we are bound to lose track of things or incidents. We may forget a best friend's birthday, lines to a favourite childhood poem. We may hopelessly fail to recognise an old acquaintance, recollect the direction to a place we have been going all the time. And all this is perfectly fine, because, that's only a part of us getting to the next part of ourselves!

We almost always find what or who we are looking for and even if not, we cross our fingers and wait, leave the light by the porch on, for the night, hoping that it would guide the one who has gone missing. I can only assume that there's only one thing that is more frustrating than not being able to find someone, and that is not being found. And I would like someone to find me, more than anything else, and now, more than ever.