“Hmmm… how do you handle if you body, mind and mind are in conflict?” I replied.
“Mind and Mind?”
“Yes, some people may say heart and mind, but I prefer mind and mind cause that is what is happening right?”
“I don’t understand… explain.” He said adjusting the pillow under his chin.
“Let me try. Now that X and I are no longer together and it has been some days. One part of my mind congratulates me on handling it so well, keeping it neutral, some resemblance of moving on, but other part still stays there. It is like there is a conflict going in me. The ache stays. My life is divided yet running parallel. What I don’t understand is why the mind easily tricks you to coexist with two sides. The dull ache stays with the world fading in and out. He has become like the aroma I get every evening as I stand in my balcony from my neighbour’s kitchen. It wafts through, even when I desperately don’t want it to, envelops me and makes me crave for food. I can’t see it but it tempts me, even irritates me on my inability to stop, not to smell, not to feel hungry. It scares me. What if this will never become better? The heartache will creep up on me and rot me… like a wall with termites. Slowly but steadily.”
He turned on his back and stayed silent. I could see his cigarette smoke going up and disappearing but at the same time suffocating me with the pungent smell.
“And…?”
“And the next moment I feel as if I am really moving on, life feels more cheerful, I hum to myself, smile at strangers and feel tres passionnée towards Y and feel at peace with myself for doing the right thing. If it’s so right, then why does it hurt so much?”
“You have really started thinking too much. I never knew you were so profound,” he replied keeping a poker face.
Unsure of taking it as an offense, jibe or compliment, I asked with a smile,” If I am boring you so much, why didn’t you say so?”
He removed the pillow from under the chin and spoke staring at me,” You know Coco Chanel said – ‘Jump out the window if you are the object of passion. Flee it if you feel it. Passion goes, boredom remains.’ But to answer your question, no, you are not boring me and you have not become a bore. Yet.”
I turned on my stomach and replied staring back at him,” Then I am sure you must also know what Confucius said?”
“What?”
I smiled at him. Again
“He says ‘Virtuous people often revenge themselves for the constraints to which they submit by the boredom which they inspire.’”
He threw the pillow back at me.
