Turmoil...

It had been three weeks since her last confession. She didn't quite know what to say or how to say it. The church was eerily quiet at 10 am, that Tuesday morning. She was supposed to be at work but that was the last thing on her mind. There were frantic thoughts of remorse, guilt and disbelief that she was actually in this situation. Her options were flight, confession or pretentious existence, she chose to confess to the Lord first.

Theirs was a magical union, where everyone who knew them, knew that they were meant to be. It had been nine years since that day when she had professed her undying love and eternal fidelity to him in this very church. The last three years though, had made the memory of that day a little faint, as she found it increasingly difficult to stay connected to him. She had a job that took her away from him at least twice every month and he had a job that he was almost entirely married to.

And then there was him. They spent many late nights working on challenging projects where they challenged each other intellectually and shared each others pain and joy. They had spent every hour of every day for the two weeks that they were away together on a recent project from which she had returned just three days ago. At the end of the two weeks, she didn't know how to end it and she didn't know how to come back and tell him about it. Somehow she thought making a confession might help, help bring the strength she needed to confess to him. But she still hadn't ended it, so was she really confessing her guilt or seeking permission to let go?

Hide and seek...

As she stepped outside looking stealthily this way and that, she realised she had never really done this before. As much as she loved airports, she never thought she would be exploring every nook and cranny of one in a strange land far away in a third world nation. This was a trip under wraps, a few days of each other in a strange land- that was the plan. They both had reasons for not telling various people and this meant making sure they were not seen. But life has its own way of shaking up the box. Someone they knew, a common acquaintance was arriving the same day at that same airport, and was on the same flight with him.

As she stepped out of the airport, looking for a safe spot to wait out for him, she found herself suddenly excited. It was the excitement of being somewhat of a celebrity( who was trying to hide from the mob) for those few minutes as she wrapped a scarf around her head and dawned her sun glasses on that cloudy day. She caught herself chuckling even as she realised how much fun this was.

As she waited there that day, memories came flooding back of all those times they had snuck around like teenagers, worrying someone would see them somewhere. Although there does come an odd feeling of security in being ambiguous to the rest of the world. As he finally came out that day, and found her after looking past her twice, they laughed about the hiding and the running away. Simple, straightforward meeting at an airport, now a fond memory and something that will make her smile everytime she thinks of that day.