As We Meet Again At The End OF The Day
Come evening, I am breathless to come home. Nearer I get, faster the knots in my shoulders ease. I turn my car into the driveway, a few floors below you, and start to forget what I thought I would carry as an elongated wound of the day. I think we make too much of the world’s tribulations and deprivations, as if we are amidst the most dire times of all centuries put together, straining to find equilibrium again. We both carry enough balm in the history of our sharing, to self-heal. I know you would have already unburdened yourself of your day, to be light for me. I enter the glow of our home. You are in your favourite chair, your feet tucked under yourself, your phone at a 45 degree angle as you read your book on it. You look up and give a small secret smile which only I am able to see. I know I’m inside a perfect moment.
We keep finding guilt for ourselves - and regrets. We skirmish, we argue, we withdraw. We bang the door, we leave. There is talk of the world going to the dogs. We don’t care because what is closest to us seems already to be destined for fractures.
But time and distance tell us that that is how life operates, and finally what’s flawless inside us meets the flawless in the ones we love dearly. Because embedded deep inside both of us, there’s too much that flies, too much which glows, too much that renders the deepest black in us with a translucent light.
We are conjoined like Siamese twins, because these are the people we care for and who care for us. Nothing less than a clinical deliberate surgery can separate us. Memories, sacrifices, considerations, gratitude, all combine to give our relationship it’s one true name - grace. And within that lies the tie which refuses to let the ephemeral be the final definition. Because truth is reaffirmed in nameless moments of quiet dedication.
Come the evening, come the moment, life brings us back together, and we realise how life invariably leads us right there to the perfect moment, however wounded and sutured we might seem. We know we love each other. We know we love the world.
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Wow, beautiful:)