the love lane

Isn't Love a two way street?

Or is it a bridge?

Is it that we meet our partner halfway through

Or do we go lengths to cover the lengths of the roads because distance is just a measure

And in love we measure not more than we give

We yearn and effort to see to it

Our partner smiles

With warmest of hearts

We crave our partners happiness more than ours

And their presence around us

Even more when far apart

We carry an aura. A memory, a fragrance, a sound, a face, a voice

We carry them in our hearts

They walk beside us, each step of the way, literally or not.

It's them. Always them. Always there.

Near or far, always in the heart ❣️

So, maybe love need not be a two way street or a bridge...

Because its nicer when we walk together... ❣️

R

13.38

5.March.2024

random rant on a saturday afternoon

Listening to Vhalam Aavo Ne (sad version) from Wynk Music.

Its 13.48 IST, I'm in Samai Park, my Periyappa's place for my thatha's shraddam pujai.

The last 2-3 days have been, uhm... a lil... well, I wouldn't say "hard" per say... but uhm....

I'm thinking... thoughts occupy my mind... questioning me why things occured the way they did...

I miss Ahmedabad. I miss being Me. A verison I discovered and lived and loved... a sense of freedom, responsibility, reality and Ahmedabad! 

Uhm. It's like, there's a regret of coming back... there's a regret of going to jobs thag was never Academic related. A regret that I never worked on things that I should've a long time ago.

Its true, What you Sow is What you Reap.

Mum has been working constantly to get me married off... and I?! 

I haven't done much. I always let life take the better of me.

I just... want to start my PhD course this year. I really do.

And I... 

I'm gonna do it.

It might take time.

But I'll do it.

I didn't leave Ahmedabad to just get married off in 8 months. I came back to claim my career back... my dream of 10 years.

And I'm grateful for the detour... I've learnt a lot from all the experiences I've had.

I'm gonna do it.

Else, i don't know what to do with myself... but I know that dying is not an option. Heh.

Alsoo, Papa has been angry that I refused 1 marriage proposal from Hyd because I wanted to pursue the doctorate... 

He's adamant that I finish it off... heh... some weird way to motivate me... but, uhm, thanks Pa.

I'll dedicate my first research paper to you.