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?