Excerpts from ‘Some Mistakes Have No Pardon’ by Girdhar Joshi

………‘You could find your destination, your ultimate goal. But everybody is not fortunate enough to find that. People like me would hardly get it, as they are always crying for love.’ Girish spoke his mind.

‘Yes…exactly, I cried for love too. But I got it…because He being the ocean of love. Only He can quench any thirst, which a mortal person on earth can’t ever do.’ Maya spoke about her soulmate, the Almighty.

‘Maya, you have found your soulmate. But I haven’t yet.’ Girish said.

‘Soulmate! What is soulmate, Girish? What is your definition of soulmate?’ Maya asked in just one breath.

‘Umm…well…One who understands you and one who accepts you as you are, one who loves you, and one who is a kind of support centre for you. And, one with whom you have a mental, physical, and spiritual relationship. That’s my definition of soulmate.’ Girish elaborated.

‘Hmm…’ Girish heard Maya just humming on phone.

‘So, my dear friend Maya, a soulmate is everything for me. Shall I find one?’ Girish probed Maya.

‘Yes… why not. Soulmates find each other. They naturally get attracted to each other. One has to be receptive. Let all the good waves enter into you.’ Maya replied.

‘Okay…fine. I will.’

‘And… to let the good waves enter, you need to clean you of all bad instincts inside you. If you shed all your inhibitions, your anger, your fears, and all your bitterness towards others, you will be receptive and you can recognize the signals when you come across your soulmate.’ Maya explained.

‘Definitely…I will, Maya.’

‘Don’t stray, Girish. There you have your soulmate, somewhere on this very earth. Girish, you will meet your soulmate, one day.’ Maya prophetically declared.


What is love?


‘You are in love for a few moments, for a few seconds, and for a few minutes.  There is nothing called permanent love or temporary love. Love is love. Love may be for smaller durations…or it may be for longer durations. What people call a permanent love, it is nothing but fantacising about stagnant love.’ She said emphatically.

‘Hmm.’ Girish was dismayed at her explanation and excellent philosophy. He kept looking at her and anticipation more gems.

‘Even otherwise love is not permanent. I repeat. There is nothing called permanent love. Had the love been permanent, there won’t have been divorces after love marriages. Had the love been everlasting, there won’t have been bad blood in the family. Had the love been perennial, there won’t have been murders of wives by husbands and murders of husbands by wives. The moment you enter into love making with an unknown woman, or a fallen woman, as you may like to call her, you start loving her. The moment you touch her, you have fallen in love. In love, you touch her, you caress her, you feel her, you try to imbibe into her, and you try to receive her within you. You assimilate into her, like the Ganges assimilates into Yamuna and create a third self. You won’t ever hurt her in such situation. If this is not love, then what is?’ (Excerpts from ‘Some Mistakes Have No Pardon’ )