Love is the Essence

I spent the night in a bus...feeling the breeze on my face...watching the moon, as I returned to my city, having said goodbye to some very close friends...it was a night full of multiple emotions: euphoria on meeting my friends after so long, and very soon..the sadness of separation, the uncertainty of meeting again the future, the sting in the heart, which was slowly replaced by a calmness as the moon and I traveled back to Bangalore. It watched over me, helping me swallow the change slowly, in pieces.

This morning I saw the most beautiful sunrise, amidst green fields and coconut trees, and a fresh cold morning breeze.

I love the name 'Ayaan'. May be I'll name my son that :) It has a beautiful meaning- "morning prayer".

I sometimes feel dawn is the most beautiful moment of the day, because you wake up, healed, fresh, ready for another day of your life. Every morning I realize just how much I have to be thankful for. Like today, being picked up by him and driven home. Being 'appreciated' for every possible 'change' that would have occured in me in the 5 days of separation. Being held like we met after a century. And being given the chance to look at him, again, in the morning light, for many quiet seconds, as the beads of sweat glistened on his face.

Isn't love the essence of all that is there?

It Rained a Lovely Rain

Today, it rained a lovely rain in my city. It rained mild, and sweet, just enough to cool the air and load it with my favourite scent. And it pleased hearts that returned from work after a Friday, like school kids after the dismissal bell.

The cool breeze, the smooth roads under the car wheels, the intoxicating smell, the BF, they were all at their best! :)

I plan to have no plans this weekend. What are your plans?

Come Back

I woke up this morning, again, without you.

Its been just days. But it seems like years since you went away. Come back soon!

In moments like these, I usually recollect that feeling, of falling asleep with my head on your chest. And then, you kiss me, multiple times, on my forehead. I remember nights of sleeping in the same position till morning, and in the morning, being woken up by your soft pecks. I remember feeling your body, your warmth as the morning rays escape through the gaps in the screens and fall on my face. And in my head, echo several prayers, full of utter gratefulness and love, for Him and for you.

Sometimes, you both, are one and the same.