Amidst all the noise and the mayhem, history has always revealed the truth in time to come.
History is brutal.
The truth always separates itself from the noise.
How do we find peace through violence?
How can we find heaven through hell?
How do we find living through not knowing it?
How do we separate the waves from the ocean?
How can we discover love through separateness?
How can we know this infinite universe is our own through our limitations?
How can we let go of our inclusiveness even through our temporary attachments?
If I end, you end too, so how do we lie to ourselves to be eternal?
When are you coming back? When?
Where are you? I hope you remember your promise...do you?
Yes, I do.
I am coming back.
How are you?
Why did you change your name?
I want you to be strong. I always did.
Yes, I remember.
Miss...Miss wake up. Please straighten your seat, we are about to land.
Shunya woke up and looked around. She was in flight. Dreaming again.
She realized this was the first time she conversed with her daddy in her vision...she refused to call her dreams...
Shunya asked for tea. The air hostess refused...
We are about to land Miss...
Shunya nodded her head.
Do you understand the quality of attention? Amina asked...I know you are not lost, but there is this attention of yours now focused on some other event or some person other than me, Shunya being the case now...this is what I meant when I responded with okay...your total attention was on her...why this intensity?
What intensity? Junaid asked...
Now I have your attention, partially maybe...because this silence of yours is not silence, it is also the intensity of attention, and the quality of it Junaid.
Junaid remained quiet, looking at her.
Amina hugged him...
Take care of yourself. I will call you after landing.