By Bhavana Sivakumar
Don't expect any real relationships. They come, meet and part. Meeting and not parting is the main thing here. But what matters is the meaningful minutes in between.
I meet someone... we get introduced. We go to a nearby tea shop and buy two cups of tea and exchange meaningful glances. I inquire about him and he inquires about me. Our inquiry stands beyond a boundary line in knowing what mutuality is.
He didn't ask where I was from and I didn't ask where he was going. His presence and my presence in that meeting becomes very necessary here.
That tree shade then melted crow, clouds floating in the sky, a gentle breeze, flying clothes and some birds flying in the sky, the skill of the tea maker in the tea shop, and the bustle of the people around us become very important here.
We are talking about something, laughing about something, and suddenly he gets angry at something I said, and after a while the anger disappears and he expresses regret for that act.
We laugh again. Then we look at the sky that started drizzling and we talk a little about the rain, then he recites the lines of the poem he has read.
The tea cup empties as they talk about their favorite novelists, actors and musicians. While he and I are happy that I have met the man I like, there is a need for both to go in two directions.
We know we will part as soon as we join…..I shake his hand with a smile….We part without insistence to exchange something with each other’s eyes…..With a smile he walks east without taking any stand, taking any promise, leaving no traces. I walk west…..
We both look back and smile once.
Now we are together!!!!
In this way, everything that is imposed in the efforts to maintain every relationship is violation of it in the name of relationship. All the relationships without pressure are always full of happy memories in the side of the chest, Tithibai...
All those people who come to us without expectations in every moment of life and sow us pleasant memories are Gods...! These affections that come and fill our chest from time to time rather than the burdens that we accept as close relations...everything is like small poems...
By Bhavana Sivakumar
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