Its been a while since I got down to some serious writing.. There has been a degree of mental and emotional fatigue pulling me down.... but with the amazing, absolutely amazing people surrounding me and supporting me, I don't think anybody could be down for very long!
Creativity is something that cannot be forced out of yourself. It has to flow. Fluidity is its essence- in spurts, or a stream, or sometimes a flooding river. Somehow, over the past few days I was on such an overdrive, that I started stagnating. There was a lot of cynicism brewing inside me, for some reason or the other... but not exactly being one of those who can remain clouded forever, I have come out of it.
My lover has been going through an extremely trying time. He even wanted to send himself to Coventry- and thereby leave me out of his mind. That did not help the overdrive I was on. I realised that there was a lot he was not telling me- he possibly thought he would hurt me in some way or the other, and that it was bad enough that he was being hurt, without adding to the casualty list. However, he did not realise at that point the fact that by doing this, he might have been sparing me, but he was hurting us.
I met him after eight months. I was quivering in excitement. I saw him. He smiled, and kept on smiling. I hastened my gait. As he came in, I quickly looked around, and gave him a quick hug and a kiss- my mother was all ready to greet him, you see- no privacy WHATSOEVER!
Yet, I could make out a distinct sadness in his eyes. It was tearing me apart to see him smile despite that.
Yet, two nights later, he was a different man- to a large extent. He left for his home a happier person- knowing I am there with him, for him,no matter what and knowing he has one heck of a large family- one partner, two sets of parents, two sets of siblings, and a helluva lot of dogs!
PS- here is the link to an article on our relationship written by a friend of ours, who we can't thank enough:-) http://www.indianexpress.com/news/in-the-name-of-love/481709/
