Mysteries of life

I have an affinity towards the unknown, not for my curiosity but for the beauty of the unknown. I like forests because it’s a mystery from inside. I like mountains because I don’t know what is behind them. I like rivers because I don’t know where they go, what path they take. I like ocean because I don’t know what is under it. A face partially covered by a veil attracts me more than a girl’s naked body. A partially veiled face is more open to my imagination; it makes my imagination flow and attracts me. And what is left to imagine in a naked body? Absolutely nothing!

While someone is missing me badly and I, without a clue, unexpectedly wake up in the middle of the night to call her. Why does this happen?

While I am thinking about someone and that friend catches my eye in the middle of the crowd. Why does this happen?

If I genuinely desire something, I get that thing, sooner or later. Why does this happen?

I cry without a reason and then after sometime I come to know that she was also crying. Why does this happen?

Why does a face that I had never noticed, it suddenly started looking so beautiful?

Why was that song played in my neighborhood, the song I was just thinking of?

I don’t want the answers. I want few forever questions. I want to cherish the beauty of the mystery. There are mysteries of life which I respect and I don’t fish in to find the logic behind them. Life is never logical, man is never rational, then why should I search for a rationale behind the mysteries of life? Curiosity might have its own reasons for existing but beauty also has its own reasons for being appealing.