Wake up, my darling...

It was nearly 4 pm, he was writing the final words on a report and aiming to leave work early. Just about a week ago, he would have been excited about the prospect of going home early, but not on this day. Normally they would both plan to be back early so they could cook dinner together or just cozy up on the couch and do everything but talk. Today it was different. A week ago on this day, he realised she had lied to him. It was because she cared, she said, because she didn't want to see him upset. For him though, it was just all about the lie. How was he going to get past this, if at all...

Ever since that day, he made sure that he did not really run into her at home, coming home late and leaving early, even before she rose. But how long could it go on like this. She was crushed by his indifference and this was weighing heavily on her. She was disoriented at work and people kept pointing out how she seemed totally out of sorts. As she left the house that morning, she was walking down the road to hail a cab when she turned to cross the road without looking back. Her disorientation turned to unconsciousness in a flash. Ten minutes later she was on her way to a hospital with a shop owner who saw this happen. He managed to call her office and some of her collegues rushed to the hospital immediately.

It was nearly four pm, when one of her collegues managed to reach him. Going home early was no longer an option, he rushed down to the hospital feeling completely shaken. Remorse, guilt, anxiety and panic, all took over at the same time. She was expected to remain unconscious for the next three days, doctors were not very hopeful. As he sat there, in hope, waiting and pleading quietly, he realised how much he wanted to hear her laugh again. He remembered the first time they were out on a date. He loved the way she laughed, carefree and totally spontaneous and over the years it was this quality that he fell in love with. What he would give, to have her laugh again. After nearly 8 hours of waiting, the doctors cam around to say that her pulse was improving and that she may come around within the next twenty four hours. One more day of anticipation and patience...one more day...

Silent company...

There she was again, watching the boats go by as she sat by the river that cold winter morning. She made a promise to herself three years ago when she left, that she would come back as soon as she could. She promised to watch the boats again and sit by the river as she used to. She kept her promise. It was like a home coming in some ways, to this place that had been her home for two long years. Far away from her home country, but more familiar than any other place she'd seen in the last five years.

Just as she threw a few crumbs of her Snickers bar to the pigeons near by, he sat down beside her on the same bench. She was about to frown at him for invading her space, when there were many other benches he could have sat on. She looked at him for a bit and then away and then back at him again.He seemed to not notice her at all. Staring away at the bridge in the distance, he sat there, still, just staring. she tried to engage the birds more actively in an effort to break his peace and make him realize that he was bothering her by being around. Wasted effort this was as he did not even flinch or acknowledge that there was another human being beside him.

She was trying to forget the last two years and focus on the fact that she was back here, in this place that she so loved. Pride always got the better of her and she refused to be the one who got up from the bench and continued to sit there, while mentally complaining about this stranger who was sharing her space. After what seemed like forty five minutes, he asked if she came here often. Surprised by the sudden ackknowlegement of her presence and annoyed by the liberty he was taking to talk to her, she politely explained that she was just visiting the country. Hearing her but not really listening, he began to tell her how life had changed for him that day.

Just that morning he had returned from one of his business trips, a couple of days earlier than he had planned to. Intending to surprise his wife in an effort to bring back romance into their existence, he was welcomed by the sight of her with another man on their bed. This more than explained why they hadn't been connecting for a while now and why she just seemed less interested in him, but that it had been going on for over a year came as a complete shock to him. At this point he just stopped talking.

She tried to ask him some questions, which he didn't reply to. She tried to offer some words of comfort which he did not acknowledge. So she sat there, still, and continued to feed the pigeons. She began to realise that he needed her space, he needed to not be alone. Although he didn't want to talk, he needed her there. So she sat there, until he eventually got up and walked away. She called out goodbye as he went away, but he just kept walking. She decided however to come back here the next day, just incase he came back too and needed to talk or just be heard or just be provided some silent company.

One morning in February...

They woke up one morning, his arms around her with her head tucked right below his. Gentle smiles on their faces and their eyes still closed as they snuggled even closer to each other. Not so long ago, they were telling each other how best they could get their girlfriend or boyfriend to give in and commit. And yet here they were now, not needing anyone else except each other.

She rose first, as she did on most days, went ahead to freshen herself, after which she headed straight to the kitchen for some coffee. As she made her way around the counter, she found that she was so comfortable in his shirt, it smelled like him and all she needed was that one piece of clothing since it covered her right up to her knees.

Everything was right where it was, for a guy he was pretty organised around the kitchen. There was some wholewheat bread on the counter and butter scotch flavoured cereal. Wanting to devour all, she settled for one slice of bread to go with the coffee and perched herself on the window sil with her legs pressed up against the glass. The rain had been at work all night and that left the morning pleasant, green and romantic, just the kind she liked waking up to. As she watched the metro go by in the distance far below, she remembered another time back in another country where she would be on the metro every day even before the sun rose. It seemed like a lifetime ago, every day rushing to get somewhere, so she could rush to do something, and she now had no idea why it was such a rush back then.

After what seemed like a half hour, she got off from her window seat. He had already managed to mobilize himself from the bed to the couch, although no other activity was accomplished in between. He usually needed a good fifteen minutes on the couch every morning before he could wake up for real. Although today, he was quite awake and had been looking at her for a while now. As she sat down beside him on the couch, they snuggled in the glory of togetherness some more. Many hugs and kisses later, it was time to go, they both had jobs that needed them.

While she was getting dressed and as she looked for the right earings that morning, she came across a pair she hadn't seen in a while. They were a gift from another guy she dated and although she got rid of most things he gave her, those earings were too pretty to give up. She put them on, thinking back to another time again, flashes of him coming back to her now and at some level, a little residual emotion was trying to surface. It's amazing how two tiny inanimate things can bring back so much. She could feel the familiar unsettling that characterised her time with that man. Almost immediately, the earings went back into the box. They were pretty, so they wont be thrown, but they were still too familiar to be worn again, ever.

Just another day?

She picked her usual spot with a full view of the tarmack. A glass of hot chocolate with a banana muffin, comfort food at seven in the morning before she boarded for a five hour flight. Today was one of those days when hot chocolate was needed, a masala chai or a latte would just not do it for her. And yes, it was a day for banana muffin and not a salad or a bagel. She was flying out after an oppressive week at work. As she sat there sipping on her cuppa choc, she remembered the first time they had had coffee together. It was at starbucks, he had quipped about how the cups were so large but were never more than half full. And she had condescendingly added, that it was as expected considering that it was infact starbucks. Today seemed different though, her glass was nearly full and her muffin extremely satisfying although her mind was weirdly unsettled. She had this feeling every now and then before something strange happened. She wondered what it was going to be this time around.

Page 69 and Friedman was detailing the strangeness of the Lebanese landscape, when suddenly she was jolted out of her middle eastern imagination by a hand from behind her that threw in a bookmark on her page. Startled and annoyed at the same time, she turned around and annoyance changed to absolute astonishment. Speechless for over a minute, she finally brought herself to ask him what in the world he was doing there, where he was going and where he had been. Too many questions, she did not know where to begin. He smiled at her like he always did, re-assuringly, and went around to sit beside her. They spent the next five minutes in silence, not knowing what to say or how to say it.

Five years, an affair, a sea change in career and many cigarette packs later, he had seen her again. Life had not changed much for her, except that he hadn't been in it and work had taken up so much of her time, she just could not do without it now. They had fought over the same issues too many times, compatability was all too often a bone of contention for them. But was it the fighting that ended it,she had always wondered. He knew why he had done what he did. He had to leave her then, had to take that job in Barcelona, it was everything he had wanted then. Ambition can sometimes take over so entirely, that there is no room left for tenderness and love. But she represented something that he had not seen or felt in years now, a sense of belonging. Sitting there with her brought back all those warm feelings of a perfect life.

She was recalling all the rehearsals she went through for this very day. There was so much she had planned to say to him, she had to give hima piece of her mind, but sitting there across from him, she could not bring herself to speak. Should she have said that he had no right to just walk out on her? Should she have told him how she had completely lost respect for him? Should she have just got up and walked away or should she actually consider putting it all behind her and being kind again. Knowing she had about fifteen minutes to finish this or start it before she boarded, she took another sip of the chocolate...what should she do?

Her cause...

She looked away after what seemed like an eternity. The last twenty minutes had been spent convincing and reminding him of what they had done just the day before. He insisted on visiting the same place again, having no recollection of the fact that they were actually there just yesterday. Yes he had issues like all of us do, his was old age. Her's was dealing with him.

Ironically he was the same person who remembered every little thing twenty six years ago. He' even remind her of things she happily let slip and often chided her for being forgetful.

She stared out of the window as she composed herself and reminded herself to relax. Just then they walked in hand in hand and found seats just across from her. Their hands were interlocked as they shared one set of ear plugs and her head leaned on his shoulder. Not speaking much, but evidently excited about their new found togetherness, this young couple was both amusing and bordering on ridiculous to her eyes.

As she watched them share their moment of dazed excitement, she remembered the magic of her time with him and how far they had come in the last two decades. She still loved him, not quite in the same way or with the same passion, but she did. His was a cause she had signed up for, and she just wasn't a quitter.

Holding back...

Her eyes gave away what she was trying so desperately to hide. Biting her lips hard, holding back what was visibly a barrage of emotions, she sat there squeezing her bag and tensing her shoulders. She was trying hard to put up a strong front. There might have been a cheating husband, a marriage gone bad, a difficult child or a lost love behind this turmoil. Whatever it was, it was the kind that hurt hard and the kind that you couldn't just get over or get rid of overnight.

As she looked up and down, straight at me and then away again, she knew I could see right through her. She knew I could tell, despite her continuous effort to conceal.
She began to purse her lips and bite them in alternation. Her eyes were craving rest and her mind was craving peace. She knew she had to find these herself as they were not going to find her.

There's always an anxiety that comes over you when you realize how visible your pain is and when you can see it through the eyes of another. You feel weak, vulnerable and at some level quite pathetic and this leads to a mounting and unsettling anxiety. Her eyes began to glaze and I could tell she couldn't hold up much longer. I could tell she really needed someone to talk to. She got up at this point to get off at her stop. She looked at me one last time, almost defiantly and then walked out. It was then that it occured to me that she reminded me of someone from not too long ago. As I remembered and looked back, I was taken over by that same unsettling anxiety.

Thoughts and sentiments...

A dear friend once said, 'anyone can love anyone else in this world, it all depends on the time, circumstances and how much they want it'. Two people can go from hating each other to loving each other very quickly and sometimes it's hard to explain why. But how would you explain staying in love with someone forever. Some people just touch our lives in ways that cannot be replaced by others, despite being presented the same circumstances or seemingly the right time.

Relationships are complicated and this is what makes them fundamentally challenging. Some of us shy away from complication for reasons we cannot explain to ourselves, let alone others. Some others have become so intensely occupied with the efforts of self preservation that they have forgotten how to be sensitive to other people. And some of us strangely battle an external acceptance of change and of life's constancy to surprise whilst internally we hold on to the ideals of selfless love where you do anything for the ones you love and will give anything just to see them again. There is so much in life to scale and achieve and each of us creates our own path of adventure as we go along. But sometimes it's important to just stop and take a long hard look at what we really want. Sometimes it's important to make a little more effort to let the people we love know just how much we actually adore them.