You won't find the time again, perhaps

There's a timeless song by Andrew Kishore... "Life's story has little left to tell,/Whatever you wish to see, go see it now,/Whatever you want to say, go say it now,/You may not get the time again!"

What depth in each word, as if holding the mystery of all life!

None of us knows how much of our life's story remains to be told.
Yet with this very life we carry basketfuls of dreams, so many plans, so many preparations... all left incomplete!

Endless waits woven with tenderness for someone, pages upon pages of emotion-drenched writing for another, carefully made pickles of mango and olive and wood apple stored in glass jars,

Waiting for someone as the dusk jasmine buds bloom, that yearning plea embroidered in red and green threads on white cloth... "Don't forget me..."

The daily ritual of tea for two in one cup, coming back to sip the cold tea again,
Shivering at old touches awakened by a line of song, writing in the night's silence on scraps of paper, "You are my beloved, beautiful darkness." And saying...

"Listen, you know I created this word for you during those bygone days when the golden shower trees bloomed!"

Even knowing all of life's logic, the sudden anguish of feeling empty inside for someone, that person sitting right there before you, yet nowhere—not in body, mind, soul, or spirit—am I present, except in that one person! Suddenly thinking... this person too will one day not be mine, how do I explain this senseless pain's intensity... how do I explain it!

Whether life will give us time, whether we'll get more time—none of us knows, how much we want to love, how much more we want to say, none of us can quite fathom,
Yet when there's so much to say, somehow nothing remains to be said—this is sorrow's strange glory, you see!

Life holds certain secret longings... it does! Life can never become completely full...

If it were full, everything would overflow—better to let some emptiness remain!

But let me say this: even if it means breaking rules, hold that person close, fulfill those dear wishes, eat that favorite dish right now, lavish all the love you want on that beloved cat, plant a few more blue water lily seeds in that cherished garden, watch that favorite movie whenever you get the chance.

Who knows how much of the story is left... those for whom you're giving up all these things, when the story ends, not one of them will pause even at the final comma!