What will you wish for?

"अगर सब कुछ मिल जाएगा ज़िन्दगी में तो तमन्ना किसकी करोगे ,

कुछ अधूरी ख़्वाहिशें ही तो ज़िन्दगी जीने का मज़ा देती हैं "

         

 " If you attain everything in life, what will you wish for,

It is the unfulfilled desires that make life worth living"

Human desires are as boundless as the stars in the night sky, ever-expanding and evolving with time. From the dawn of civilization, our ancestors sought fire to keep warm and food to satiate their hunger. Yet, as these basic needs were met, the horizon of our wishes widened—reaching for comfort, knowledge, power, love, and purpose. What makes human wants infinite is their deeply rooted connection to our emotions, ambitions, and ever-curious nature. Once we achieve something we once craved, the satisfaction is fleeting, and a new desire takes its place. A child dreams of toys, a student yearns for success, an adult strives for stability, and the elderly seek peace—but beneath these desires lies the same unyielding spirit: the wish to feel fulfilled. These infinite wishes fuel our progress and, paradoxically, our struggles. Out of these endless and boundless wishes that I can have (as a human), let's talk about 3 of them-

Firstly, I wish to live in a world where I am surrounded by no one- a place beyond the confines of physical realms, where the tangible structures of this so-called world dissolve into nothingness. Yet, paradoxically, in this vast emptiness, there exists a profound sense of belonging—not to any one person, place, or thing, but to everything and nothing all at once. In this imagined solitude, there is no pressure to fit in, no need to speak or be understood, no expectations to fulfill. The absence of human presence isn’t loneliness but liberation—a state where the soul can stretch out infinitely, unbound by the weight of others' perceptions or the constructs of society. Here, there are no walls, no borders, no ceilings, no clocks ticking away moments. It is a space unshaped by physicality yet brimming with an intangible connection—a belonging that transcends the need for physical closeness. In being with no one, I am with all things; in relinquishing everything, I find myself woven into the essence of the universe itself. This is a world of quiet paradoxes, where emptiness holds fullness, silence sings, and the absence of companionship births an all-encompassing presence. It’s not isolation, but immersion—a way of existing where I can belong wholly to myself and to the infinite expanse that is everything and nothing at the same time.

Secondly, I wish to live in a world of reels, not reals—a world where life unfolds like a romance movie, drenched in the dramatic hues of passion, longing, and serendipity. In this world, I wouldn’t be a protagonist or even a supporting character. I’d be an unseen observer, an invisible wanderer smoothly sliding onto a movie set. No one would see me, yet I’d be everywhere, soaking in the magic of creation before it’s polished into perfection. Here, the rawness of life wouldn’t be edited out; it would be celebrated. I’d witness moments as unfiltered as a whispered secret, as raw as a piece of walking meat. The feeling of experiencing the hero kneeling down as soon as he sees his beloved, with devotion and love, the unspoken words behind a glance, the quiet heartbreaks not yet tempered by a musical score—these would be my reality. A realm where every word, sound and letter came out of the mouth feel so impactful that it would leave an indelible impact on someone who is nowhere to be seen, where, when the hero who is just doing his job, acts with so much intensity that it feels surreal- it would make an invisible man feel bad for him, where every mistake feels like the righteous of all. This world wouldn’t be polished, pristine, or picture-perfect. It would be raw, unrefined, and beautifully flawed, like the chaos of emotions spilling out in every scene. Each moment would unfold in its natural form—messy, unexpected, and undeniably real. I want to run with the hero, in the forest, looking for his beloved, there still invisible though, just to feel what happens to people when they're in love and how they end up losing their identity when they are intertwined in their beloved's soul, oh! to be witnessing something as surreal as this. In this world, I would be a silent observer, an invisible presence among the characters, absorbing the unspoken truths of their lives as they stumble, love, wait, long for something, hurt, and heal. I wouldn’t need to be seen, for I’d belong to the essence of it all—the raw, unfinished journey that unfolds before the camera. And as the world continues to spin its imperfect reels, I would find solace in knowing that the true beauty lies not in the final product, but in the magic of the moments that led to it.

Thirdly, I wish to be living in that rare 5 percent of the 2 wishes mentioned above just so that I get to experience the "what ifs" of our reality that only a few get to experience- those moments of possibility that dance at the edge of reality, like fleeting glimpses of another life, another path, another version of myself. They are the unspoken choices, the risks taken by those who dare to step outside the expected and into the unknown. They are the moments when reality feels like a script still being written, and every decision could shift the entire narrative in unexpected directions. What if I didn’t hesitate? What if I said the words that were left unsaid? What if the rawness of life, uncut and unedited, was the truest form of beauty? In this world, I would live in the space where dreams meet the unknown. I would have the rare privilege of feeling the pulse of the universe in its most raw form, untouched by the filters of time and circumstance. It would be the "what ifs" that only those brave enough to chase them can fully understand—the fleeting moments of freedom, raw connection, and unpolished truths that are often left behind in the wake of the mundane. To live in that 5 percent would be to exist where possibility is infinite, where every “what if” becomes a part of my story—an unwritten chapter, full of potential and wonder. 

Like all humans, I would find myself caught in the paradox of desire: longing for the fulfillment of my wishes but fearing that fulfillment would bring an end to the very thing that keeps me alive—the yearning. To experience the rawness of life, to live in the "what ifs," would be a dream, yet once these wishes are realized, what would be left to wish for? In achieving them, the mystery fades, and the magic of the pursuit dissolves. So, I would wish to never fully fulfill them, for it is the longing itself, the chase of what could be, that fuels my soul. Without new desires to reach for, what would be left to strive for, if not more wishes yet ungranted, what else will you wish for?