‘It’s going to fall,’ he said.
‘Exactly. I want you to tip it over the edge.’
‘Break the glass?’
Yes, break the glass. A simple gesture, but one that brings up fears we can’t really understand. What’s wrong with breaking an inexpensive glass, when everyone has done so unintentionally at some time in their life?
‘Break the glass?’ he repeated. ‘Why?’
“Well, I could give you lots of reasons,’ I answered. ‘But actually, just to break it.’
‘For you?’
“No, of course not.’
He eyed the glass on the edge of the table – worried that it might fall.
It’s a rite of passage, I wanted to say. It’s something prohibited. Glasses are not purposely broken. In a restaurant or in our home, we’re careful not to place glasses by the edge of the table. Our universe requires that we avoid letting glasses fall to the floor.
But when we break them by accident, we realize that it’s not very serious. The waiter says, ‘It’s nothing,’ and when has anyone been charged for a broken glass?
Breaking glasses is part of life and does no damage to us, to the restaurant, or to anyone else.
I bumped the table. The glass shook but didn’t fall.
“Break the glass,’ I insisted.
Break the glass, I thought to myself, because it’s a symbolic gesture. Try to understand that I have broken things within myself that were much more important than a glass, and I’m happy I did. Resolve your own internal battle, and break the glass.
Our parents taught us to be careful with glasses and with our bodies. They taught us that the passions of childhood are impossible, that we should not flee from priests, that people cannot perform miracles, and that no one leaves on a journey without knowing where they are going.
Break the glass, please – and free us from all these damned rules, from needing to find an explanation for everything from doing only what others approve of.
‘Break the glass,’ I said again.
He stared at me. Then, slowly, he slid his hand along the tablecloth to the glass. And with a sudden movement, he pushed it to the floor.
The sound of the breaking glass caught the waiter’s attention. Rather than apologize for having broken the glass, he looked at me, smiling – and I smiled back.
‘Doesn’t matter,’ shouted the waiter.
But he wasn’t listening. He had stood, seized my hair in his hands, and was kissing me.
I clutched at his hair, too, and squeezed him with all my strength, biting his lips and feeling his tongue move in my mouth. This was the kiss I had waited for so long - a kiss born by the rivers of our childhood, when we didn’t yet know what love meant. A kiss that had been suspended in the air as we grew, that had traveled the world in the souvenir of a medal, and that had remained hidden behind piles of books. A kiss that had been lost so many times and now was found. In the moment of that kiss were years of searching, disillusionment, and impossible dreams.
I kissed him hard. The few people there in the bar must have been thinking that all they were seeing was just a kiss. They didn’t know that this kiss stood for my whole life – and his life, as well. The life of anyone who has waited, dreamed, and searched for their true path.
The moment of that kiss contained every happy moment I had ever lived.
Excerpts from:
The International Bestseller “By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept” - Paulo Coelho
"A love in life and than a liking for materializing that love. Achieving your dreams and/ or reaching to the God. Love can let you achieve both, your dreams and your God. Describing Love in a beautifully poetic form, As Paulo has explained to overcome the fear of failure in 'The Alchemist', the above excerpt from 'By the River...' talks of expressing your love without the fear of rejection. Break the Glass!!
- Shashikant Pushpakar
