In Search of the Unknown...

Jahnabi Gogoi | Art Work - Agniv Chakraborty

Every single day is a treasure hunt in this house ever since we have moved in.The previous owners weren't careful enough with their belongings or might be they just choose not to carry their past up their sleeves any longer .

I don't know about Alka , I was enjoying it all. My father had bought this place for me as a birthday gift. It was my decision to renovate this house from scratch that is the reason why I didn't allow anyone touch the place . After all it's a dream chore to design your own space for an architect . Alka , my best friend ,who is also an architect had step in to help me.

When Alka and I first started clearing up the space.We weren't expecting such a fascinating twist to our own little adventure.

A dozen of letters , a box full of guitar picks with thoughts inscribed on them , some journals that could be barely read - that is all we found in the basement.Why would someone leave back a part of their soul for others to find...From the letters we could make out , they were written by a guy , he had probably seen a lot of hardship in his life but his sheer determination to make the best out of every moment was commendable . How wonderfully, he had depicted about the girl he was betrothed to ,who later on left him at the altar. He had no hatred for her . His tears had wet the journal when his nana left this world . He preserved the wrinkled face of his dead nana with the warmth of his hands. These hands have grown giving burial to loved ones. First his parents at the age of 6 then Danny, his German Shepherd , when he was 21 and finally nana at 26 . Life was unfair yet he didn't stop living . He didn't stop learning , even if he wasn't musically sound he had picked his dad's guitar to honor his memory.He wore his mom's engagement ring in his chain dangling around his neck with hopes that he would profess his love one day with that gem in his hand to the girl who would accept him with his baggages . When nana,his last solace ,was suffering of cancer he dwelt in silent prayers . He blamed himself for her state and seeked forgiveness from God , if he had ever wronged Him.

How could he be so much in touch with his emotions (manliness is against showing emotions or crying in general;might be he only showed his emotions in his writings or didn't care enough about how others reacted towards him show-casing his feelings;kudos to a man like him ), is he there for real! I read his letters and journals over and over . I admired him more every time I did it. I didn't mean to but I started to feel for him.My heart lamented for his loss . I wanted to caress his hair and say, "Everything will be alright." I kissed his tear soaked letters and journal because I knew how much they meant to him . How sensitive and forgiving he was,to not question the love of his life for tarnishing his name at their altar . I felt for him so much . His each and every word were moving mountains down my heart without his knowledge . With every new find I was diving deeper and closer to knowing him.The mystery was hypnotizing me . I awaited to be drown in the waves of mystery,wondering how he looked like , what he is like , where is he now...

I started looking for him. Hoping to meet him one day and tell him,what a wonderful human being,he is.Tell him that I admired his vulnerability , it didn't make him small.Tell him that the person whose possessions were under my protection had won my heart . Tell him that I felt like he was the missing piece of my jigsaw puzzle . The longer I thought about him , deeper I fell in his love . I had to meet him for sure  for I was no longer in search of the unknown but in love with the unknown...