Kabir asked ,If Meera would like to have her tea with or without milk? As the water began to boil, he stirred a calm mind -Meera what' s quest for you in love? (A long pause prevails).
I believe love shouldn’t aim at anything Indeed, it should be about romance,
the halcyon days, malaise-free nights . A cord aligning mind, body and soul towards oneness of thought, deeds and expression. No drama.
To me, to be in love with a man needs only one assurance-that he loves me. Then only, I would work on that connection, or I would leave than to deal with a love-scheme. Love is a warm, cozy and comfortable space for romantic courtship, a second home. First home is my soul.
Kabir raised his right brow in discord.
Looking at the boiling water, he wondered- how would he ever think of her as a companion? Isn’t she a hard nut to crack?
He hates her responses and answers; they are arrows hitting the chest; not piercing but filed enough to dig deep . A Fiercely authoritative woman. How can he love her?
“Meera what would you expect in a relationship? I hope you understand anticipations spoils the relationship equation”.
Kabir, the journey in a connection is not about loving without any expectations; it’s centred on loving yourself more when the other person is agreeing to love. Meera, you are trying to be extraordinarily biased? Be Neutral.
Do you realize, this might be a rigid approach and deprive you further you to step into a new relationship ?
So what Kabir? I am not looking for a relationship. If it happens, it would be another ritual of life. Meera, I assume, with this attitude you are not admiring the connection and someone’s presence in your life.
I am entitled to acknowledge all the physical and psychological changes my body and mind experiences. Positive, negative, sense of neutrality. All are welcome. I don’t want to be approachable.
Self-sabotaging tendencies are glorified, whereas self- love is questionable?
It seems the tea is ready.
Kabir life exists in a circle. Think about it! I would wisely step in the land of love and longing and after some time the grieving or mourning would decide how substantial the union used to be. I know nothing lasts forever.
Until then, the two souls can soil the linen with fondness and fun.
After 40 Autumns of life, stories and characters do not matter, lessons do. With my share of learning, I became what I am.
By, the way you must not invite me for such a heartfelt conversation with a philosophical list on a weekday. Where are the snacks?
“I can assuredly join you on Saturday evening to grab a bite with ginger tea”.
And yes I like to have my tea with little milk, ginger and some more sugar preferably in a well-lit balcony, from where I can see the life moving on the highway or the sunset.