Can our hearts connect without ever meeting?

How nice the Turkish poet Nazım Hikmet once said in one of his poems:

‘’Let’s say we’re seriously ill, need surgery —

which is to say we might not get up

from the white table.

Even though it’s impossible not to feel sad

about going a little too soon,

we’ll still laugh at the jokes being told,

we’ll look out the window to see if it’s raining,

or still wait anxiously

for the latest newscast…’’

When I let that go through my mind I was in the intensive care unit because of Covid-19, I was without breath for three days and the nurse had brought my wrapped phone to me and I was looking to the messages, or rather if someone has asked about me. Obviously, there were many, but none of them related to my sickness, but about any jokes or questions about a help I should provide, some of them related to work, that’s it.

Of course, that reminded me of what it was like a few years ago when the doctors almost gave up on me and I was waiting for death because of brain cancer and all the people whom I changed the life for good had left me alone in this room. As I said then:

‘’ The death of a poet is the coldest thing, it’s so cold that nobody wants to touch it and freeze for eternity.’’

Times had changed, I had overcome and survived the disease, but apparently I hadn’t been tested enough in God’s eye, and this time he had given me a tiny little virus in me to see if I was still strong enough..

Exactly when I thought that, I saw several messages on my Instagram, from the same person, a person I never saw, or could ever meet when I was in Bangalore, sadly our times have not matched, but several times had nice conversations on social media before.

I have seen her for the first time when I was scrolling down my feed for a year ago and the first thing what caught my attention was her eyes.

It was one of the most beautiful eyes you can see, but that was not what influenced me, but my sixth sense gave me the signal that there was also a lot of melancholy, a lot of sadness and heartbreak that got stuck in an angelic soul and couldn’t get out and made her eyes a translator for people like me to understand.

Anyway, I made a comment and we’ve been talking to each other ever since. But the whole thing would make no sense to many people, in a world that only lives with hashtags and the social media is not used for the true social engagement among the humanity as the name suggests, but for hate, self-centered expressions and a fictional dream world.

I hadn’t done anything special to her or ever helped in anything, we had never lived together, never seen each other in truth, but from that moment on, this person was with me, within me, at all times, at every opportunity, like a God’s gift that you would keep in a wrapping paper in the display case at home forever and protect it like it’s the most precious diamond, your only valuable asset in life.

A person who has always felt when you are not feeling well, or you felt when She have not had a good day and all of this without ever being physically present, but with a heart communication that spans miles from one continent to another. For nights and nights she communicated with me without even saying that I might disturb her or talk too much, but was much more healing for me than any other medication or the ventilator from where I got my breath.

Yes, she was sending all the air from Bangalore thousands of kilometers at that moment to keep me alive, be my breath.

Through the years I have met a lot of people all over the world, helped a lot of people to climb the stairs of success, mostly even at my own expense, but only a few times have these people ever asked what is going on in my inner world, but always the people of whom I thought the least that I also mean something for them..

It is an absurd world, the incomprehensible cycle of this life, which actually only lasts a maximum of three days but we spend so much greed for it as if we will live forever. Where we leave our traditions, goodness and all of humanity behind us, only for a second of success, without knowing that the greatest joy is actually the smile of people with wounds in their souls.

This is exactly what changed my life completely a few years ago when I left all the wealth behind and started a humble life and try to help children who have never experienced this bliss. And that’s why I know more than anyone what “love” is, what it means to love and to be loved. I know the value of a normal person next door and the value of Bhoomi from Bangalore.

I have written a lot throughout the years, millions and millions of people have read it so far, sometimes on my blogs, in my advertising or movie scripts, on different pages, or awarded poetry, but today when I look back, it has a meaning for me?

Not really, because if only Bhoomi reads these lines, it is worth more to me than anything else in the world.

Because money and fame come and go, but love is, as the poet Harun also describes:

‘’ The only meaning between our first breath and death .. ‘’

‘’So yes, hearts can connect with each other without ever meeting, you should only know how to plug in the cable of the true and innocent feelings to the other end.’’

Dedicated to Bhoomi Jonas and all the great souls out there.

Thank you for everything.

Author: Harun Resit Aydin

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