Forgiveness

We treat each other with silence. the much needed,for the moment. I know not, if You care to think, but my mind is entering into a mindless marathon,of thoughts uncluttered.

I remember the stupid arguments. Stupid,i say,was not the argument by itself.The drift it takes.

Forgiving is not having to understand, i say. Forgiving without understanding is murdering a dying man,you say. It takes time to understand, i say. You reply with your silence. I need it, from you, and me.

If forgiving is an art,i'm still a student,learning it. I may fail to do well in the small tests,but i ace the final exam.Even if you think i don't,i can claim i don't cheat in the exam.

Forgiving is done by the heart which got hurt,for it realizes many things.There is an emotional touch,in the pain and the apology. Understanding is done by the mind,it takes some time.Hurrying doesn't pay.

I am ready to wait,you say. How long? You may wait,Life doesn't. It goes on. For all the craziness you see in me,some time in the future, you will realize,these were not crazy,and will miss me,for i wont be there till then, as a part of your wonderful life,that you so truly and richly deserve.

Till then,break the silence or at least, try to.