Company of Women…

When a man enters into a room, he brings his whole life with him. Be it a hotel room, bedroom, bathroom, office chamber. He has million reasons to be at some other place but walking into that room is like a check point of his life span.  He always carries the happy parts along with him; to share.

If we just ask that man how he ended up in that room, he would tell plenty of reasons. Just ask him. He will tell you how he got there, when he wasn’t actually planned to be there but how surprised and happy he has found himself after reaching there. He would tell you how lost he was and how he forgot where he was actually going, and then how he woke up and strove forward. He’ll tell you about the times he thought and dreamt about being   perfect but he wasn’t. And then at times he would smile wisely and tell you that world is not perfect place and he would tell you how contented he is to know this fact. And of the fact that the You’re born alone and you would die alone and this world has just imposed some rules on top of you just to make you forget those facts. He would tell you that he wouldn’t forget those facts and he lives like there is no tomorrow, because there isn’t one. Known of the fact that he ain’t perfect and not going to be and accepting that one day he would be perished alone. Too much for a room. A man’s whole life.

Moves to the other checkpoint where he feels the emptiness and seclusion.That’s where he thinks about woman. No matter how strong a Man might be or pretend to be, the absence of woman is a twinge in his heart way more powerful than the memory itself. History witness that greatest warriors, fighters, kings gave away their blood, pride, legacies, kingdoms for the sake of woman. Deep inside in his heart, he would always feel the need for the opposite sex to fill an inevitable empty space.  Men without the affection from their beloved would end up weeping in front of whores. Still he ends up with a woman. He pain is woman, and the cure is woman. He would realize that he found someone, someday. He makes his choices, but he would know what woman wants. Every woman wants choices, better choices, but in the end no one wants to be one of a hundred in a box. She is unique and she makes unique choices and she chooses him.  He would tell you that she would want to tell the whole world that HE is mine and that she would mark her man with her lips and with the tenderness of her existence HE would become her possession.

When a man enters into a room, he brings his whole life with him. Too much for a room. Perhaps…

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