What could be the extreme possibilities of- “love and its artless expression”, especially, when it becomes impossible to convey through ordinary worldly customs?. Whenever this amusing and romanticized subject tries to occupy my mind, I recall, the two beautiful short stories, which I had read during my school time.
First, “The Gift of the Magi”, by O.Henry, unveils the unpretending
love, loyalty and more importantly, the trust between a husband and a wife along
with their bounded source of living. The second one is-“the Nightingale and
the Rose”, by Oscar Wilde, which, however, ends at a poignant end, yet showcases
–the horizon-less trust of the Nightingale in the very delicate virtue, which we call-“love or
affection”.
The Gift
of Magie”, is a story of a husband and wife-Jim and Della, who wanted to
celebrate “Christmas –Eve”, by gifting very unique stuff to each other despite knowing their deprived and limited conditions. Della was blessed with her beautiful shiny
long hair, for which she had great love and care. She wanted to buy a platinum fob
chain for her husband, but the meager sum of money was coming on her way. At this
point, she decided to lose her invaluable possession- her long shiny hair,
against which, she could buy the fob chain for him. On the other hand, Jim sold
his watch to get the money to buy combs for the beautiful hair of his wife.
Finally, they landed in a situation, where, their gifts for
each other became worthless for a while. Fob chain without the watch of Jim and
combs without long hair of Della. But at this very moment, they had gifted something,
to each other, which was just priceless- their trust, love, and loyalty for each
other or simply- “their love with their artless expression”.
The other one is –"The Nightingale and the Roses". This was the
story of a schoolboy who was in love with a girl in her class. But he was sad
because the girl had put the condition to dance with him only if he would bring
red rose for her. But it was not possible as there was no red rose in his
garden or elsewhere in near locality. His plight was noticed by a nightingale
in his garden. She knew the real worth of true love and devotion for it. For this
reason, she flew to every possible place where she could find a red rose for that
poor boy. But all it went in vain. Finally, she found a rose but it was white. But
a tree said to her that white rose would turn into the red if she stains it with
her heart’s blood. It was terrible but out of her immense faith in the value of
love, she didn’t hang back but put her heart against the thorn and sang her
final song till the last drop was snatched by thorn to turn the white rose into a red one. The voice of nightingale grew fainter and fainter and rose had turned
its color into the red one. But, for her faith in love, the nightingale had to let go of her sweet voice and finally her life.
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Though, later, the girl took off her promise and went with
other well-to-do boy and that poor boy lost his faith and threw that red rose,
yet the faith of nightingale prevailed forever.
However, the above said, are mere love stories, but its underlying message embraces all possible Human relations.
However, the above said, are mere love stories, but its underlying message embraces all possible Human relations.
We can give the real essence to our relations and subsequently to our life, if we are ready to desert our most beloved personal possession for that supreme reason- which we simply call and yell -"love".
let me tell you a story
a story that never ends
..
..
let me tell you a story
a story that never began
let me tell you a story
that was there when God found himself
and will still be there when God
forgets who he is
let me tell you a story
a story of love.................COURTESY- Shekhar Kapur
Note : Part/s of narration used in Stories was directly taken as it is from the original stories for illustration purpose.
Note : Part/s of narration used in Stories was directly taken as it is from the original stories for illustration purpose.
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