Looking through his eyes

11 Dec 2010, it was my boyfriend's birthday and I was bed ridden, there was little I could do sitting thousands of kilometers away, to make him happy. All I could do was sit and visualize that he was happy and enjoying, and that brought a smile on my face. Just then I realized how I've lived so many moments through him. He's a pilot by profession and nothing makes him happier than flying, the joy, the exuberance that he feels when he's just returned from a flight, trust me I've never seen him so happy, or heard that happy voice.

Sometimes he flies through the clouds or feels the rain on his fingertips, watches the rainbow upside down, has a top view of the amazing coast lines, melting into the land so seamlessly. I often ask him to write his experience down, but that's his life, his experiences so solidly cast in his brain that he doesn't need to write them down to immortalize them, but as I listen to him and imagine the words the way he sees things around him and try to visualize it, I feel I live the moments through him, the giant bird like machine throbbing under me, cutting through the white clouds as the chill embraces you, those tiny nascent droplets kissing me so gently, as the world that I belong to slowly starts dwindling into tiny little landmarks I can just trace out from above, the heavenly feeling and colors, looking at the rainbow right from where it originated, the feeling of being on top of the world literally and marvelling at its beauty in its true organic form, the forms and shapes that one can trace out of them and feel proud of being alive every moment to be able to see, cherish and understand the beauty of it all. And once again the very thought that I lived all this through his eyes, is amazing. I hope he keeps flying, be happy and keeps sharing the little details that I can imagine and live for a few moments and feel a part of it all...

Knowing each other

Well I always thought that the way we fell in love with someone was when we discovered something new and endearing about them everyday. That's what kept the initial magic so live and exciting. But, then I started to think that what if one day I have nothing new, nothing special to offer? Will the love that we've built over the time get us through? Will the memories sail us through the remaining part of the journey? Or will the fact that how well we know each other suddenly become a matter of concern.

A relationship to me has always been about growth, growing alone, growing with each other. The presence of your loved one making you explore something new everyday. Then why are there times when we just don't grow anymore, or feel like it's not happening? When everyday seems same. But, you are still together. What holds you? What is it that still binds you together? Is it because we have become used to each other's presence over the days spent together? And that is a scary thought. But, then am reminded of the moments when we just guess what's on the other's mind and how it brings a smile on our faces, or of the times when we were struggling to know each other. Those sweet times and revelations, little secrets and moments spent together chatting away to glory.. And I know why we are together...