The True Thing

Within I know, the thing we have is true
and there is nothing to my rue

abandon me, leave me alone
take my sunshine & throw me in thorns

I will still forgive you
I know it affects you too
So many things we have come through
because the thing we have is true

Silence Behind Speech

She used to babble a lot, always ready to pounce on the opportunity to speak. While speaking, she seemed to be in a hurry, as if she had so much to say & would fall short of time. While being with people - known or less known, silence used to trouble her. Sometimes, she talked rapidly in such an excited manner that she was almost incomprehensible. 

She was not unaware of it. She did not like to speak much. But she could not restrain it.

But whenever she was alone, she used to braid her thoughts in hours long imaginations. Imagery gave her much more solace than utterance. Because in her welter of words, her actual feelings always remained ulterior. Her reflections were somewhere eclipsed by her words. Within, she had so many things unvoiced. She wanted to speak, to speak a lot in a real way.

Long Distance!! Time Difference!!

In a hurry, I put some muesli in a bowl, poured some milk over it & came back to room to turn on my laptop. It was already 9:25AM.

He was waiting.

“hello”

“hi”

“how are you?”

“good.. How was your day?”

“fine”

“dinner?”

“done”

Looking at the screen, I figured out that it was 9:38AM already. When we are short of time, it runs even faster.

“I am late again. Yesterday also, I couldn’t punch my card”

The office timing was from 9:30AM & card punching system was being observed with the liberty to punch card up to 10:00 AM.  Even then, most of the time, I just could not make it!!

“Ok dear. You please go. We will talk in evening.”

“But you never get up early.”

As if I do.

“You please go.”

With some muesli left in the bowl, I turned off the laptop and rushed to catch the bus.

In the evening, after having dinner I used to get online around 9:30 PM.

It’s just 9:00AM there.”

At around 10 PM, he used to come online.

I could at least see him. A big thanks to Skype.

“ready?”

With a glass of juice in hand & mouth full of bread, He could manage to say.. “hmmm”

“how was your office?”

“it was not much of fun. Today I reached before 10. Did normal stuff. In the evening, I was trying to draw the Unit’s layout on Autocad. Couldn’t do it. Tommorow I will………”

“what are you doing dear?”

“Checking mail yaar. Tell me”

“you are not listening”

“ I am already late… please don’t waste time. I am listening”

With the same story every day for weekdays, we used to wait for weekends. Always with a hope to talk a little more. At least as much as we needed to know about what’s going on in each other’s life.

After a  few days, we both got used to it. We had almost forgotten thousands of miles & 12:30 hrs between us.

One fine day, he told me that daylight saving time had ended.
"Wait what? What's that?"

12:30 grew to 13:30.

"No problem. We will manage somehow."

After a month or two his internship period began.

Earlier we had 15 min of his mornings. Which reduced to 5 after that.

Yet again, no problem.

People automatically get flexible & adaptable when they don’t have many choices.
The word flexibility is often related with women. But he is also not that much rigid. To be true, he had overcome his indolence more effectively than I had.

Day before yesterday, the biometric system started in my office.

You enter before 9:30 or you better stay at home.

One more thing to test our adaptability, patience, care, love.. or whatever.
 But this time, it seems quite hard. I am tired. We are tired.

Tired of this long distance & time difference!

But hope to get used to the routine soon… once again.

And I know we will.
After all it's about love!!