I asked the man, “Are you married to this woman?”
He said, “Yes. We have been married seven years.”
I said, “Don’t tell a lie to me. You have not been married even for seven days.”
He looked shocked, but he said, “How did you find out?”
I said, “This is enough. No husband would come at every station with sweets, fruits, and inquiring, ‘Do you need anything?’ and hugging and kissing. No husband…and married for seven years? Impossible! You are not married to her at all.”
He said, “It is true. She is somebody else’s wife. I am also married, and married for seven years, but that is to another woman. And with that woman – what you are saying, actually that’s what I do. Even if I can get a seat in the same compartment I don’t. I travel in another compartment, finding any excuse. And once I leave her in her compartment, then only at the station on which we are going to get down do I come again, not in the middle.” What he said was, “But how could you find out?”
I said, “There is nothing in it to find out, it is so simple. Even after seven days of marriage, this stupid behavior that you are persistently doing here at every station drops, simply disappears, because this behavior is foreplay, not afterplay.”
He said, “What do you mean by foreplay and afterplay?”
I said, “Just exactly those words: fore-play…. Before you have got hold of the woman, this is foreplay; you are persuading her. And what you are doing with your wife is afterplay. Then you hope that somehow the compartment gets thrown into the river, falls off the rails: some miracle happens and you do not have to meet that woman again at the coming station where you are going to get down. You think a thousand and one things, that ‘Miracles after all happen. She can get lost. Somebody may steal her, or somebody may kill her; anything is possible in this big world, so many things happen every day.’ But nothing happens. You find your wife there, you are standing there and you are again saying sweet nothings to her: ‘How much I wished to be with you, how much I missed you, how much I remembered you continuously.’ Yes, you remembered, but for different reasons!”
Existence has no personality. No question of personalities, it simply is whatsoever it is.
To experience existence as it is, is to know the truth.
The closest is to move from your own center, because that is where you are joined with existence. Your hands can touch a flower; your eyes can see the colors of the clouds, sky, sunset. Your ears can hear the music of the birds, the sound of the running water or just the breeze passing through the trees; or in the fall, the leaves falling silently, but still whispering something….