It didn’t take "The Zahir" to realize why it was bad, it took many stupid, cruel and embarrassing incidences to know the ugliness of it. It sometimes made others’ lives ugly, sometimes mine.
It grew in me, and became a habit to chase things that I don’t get. I suffered from jaundice thrice and wasn’t allowed to eat junk food. But I always ate them till one day dad stopped stopping me from eating junks, and I really stopped eating them.
As a kid, I had bought clothes that everyone disliked. When I think back, trust me, they were hilarious, something like, satin yellow pants and a red top:-) Mummy suddenly stopped bothering about my clothes, even I stopped wearing them. Same while choosing my schools, colleges, courses and now my name!
But it took only "The Zahir" to make an attempt against it, or to stop it more precisely. Obsession. Obsession for "yes". The writer of the "Alchemist" gave an Arabic name to what is incapable of being unnoticed, visible - Zahir.
Story of a man obsessed with finding the wife who left him without an explanation. Did he need an explanation? Or he just needed to know who he's meant to be. Ask for an explanation - take the purity away from “why you loved them so much”. Or leave it – Because from a distance or from close, they look best the way they are! And “Because I accepted my destiny and allowed myself to be guided by something greater than myself…the Zahir begin to diminish in intensity” – Paulo Coelho.
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