Jessie could have well been Jesse. Karthik could have been Karthika. They could have both been Hindus. A father’s dogma could have even been traded with mere clash of ideals perhaps. Yet one would have still been that fish in the sea, which came across the banks for love, only to find that it struggled to cope on the shores. And the fish returned to the seas, where it felt belonged.
Let’s be practical. How many people you know have eloped? How many people you know ended up with their first or most intense love? And it isn’t always a bad thing if they didn’t. It just so happened that way.
Inconsistency in a person’s behavior is a process of discovery for them. Say you jilted your fiancé at the altar. That must have been out of character, right? Especially since your family has been coaching you for this since they saw you play with Barbie and Ken. Now could you not hold your horses till your knight in shining armor cleaned up his act? After all, you humiliated your entire family for this strange ‘love’. So then when you discover that you have to get your act together, you don’t step up. That moment of conviction was gone and you simply couldn’t bear the uncertainly. There was clarity in the ocean you came from but not in matters of your flippant heart. Perhaps it was more beautiful and everlasting as something that could have been, but wasn’t. Time to let go?
But what happens to me now? You stood up to me in front of your entire community. The fire is flaming and I can’t turn it off now! I said I’d die for your right? And then when I need you most, you leave. Again.
I have immortalized you in art. Not you as you were, but you as you could have been. My art will spring of music of ceaseless spirit, portraits of the finest nature and storytelling so sincere, it will polarize the audience.
There were so many women in the world but I fell in love with you. You screwed me.
And the show must go on. It did. And what a great show that was.