Destiny

I am sitting in my room on my red velvet stool near the fireplace, there is no one here tonight but me. I remember the first time you called me in the evening three years ago. I was very upset that day and was crying after coming back from a party. I was unconsolable that night and felt I would die. Then suddenly the phone rang and it was you. I was surprised but felt happy to hear your voice. Somehow, ever since I first knew you, we have always been able to tell when the other is upset or perturbed, though we like to put up a brave front and downplay our problems with each other. Still, whenever I have been unhappy the thought that comes to mind is usually you. It was so easy to tell you whats wrong. It still is. The innate trust between us has seldom been shaken, if at all. You asked me how I were, and my hurts cascaded out of me. you consoled me in ur cute clumsey way, and told me stories about your keen observation and attention to detail. I was impressed, as I still am, (no mean achievement to be able to impress me by the way) and promised to call again. The begining of a long story. I look back now, and missing you tonight more than usual, because I need you to be with me. There are some people one meets in life who are meant to be there forever. They might come and go, the nature of relationships might evolve, but they are meant to be together. That is destiny. Destiny binds us to kindred souls who are like us and sense our feelings instinctively. In this chaotic world, this is God's gift to sustain us through life. Whether a child, sibling, friend or beloved, we cannot survive without our own set of kindred spirits. Through them God teaches us the secrets of life and its meaning, and also the lessons each of us need to learn. I used to scoff at the eastern concept of love before I met you. Grew up westernized, and to worship the ground your man walked on sounded like mumbo jumbo from Indian movies and totally against my feminist beliefs. I was totally into equal relationships. I dont know when this deep devotion creeped up on me. Suddenly like a vine entwining itself around a rough wall. I once said to a friend of mine, while trying to understand the dynamics of love, how can one fall in love in an arranged marriage. I got the reply, when he will love you, you will also fall in love. I got no such love the first time around, but now i think its true. One always loves the one who loves one, and vice versa. The sweet considerate things and rememberances have gotten the better of my tough soul. But I love your boldness the best. Love with a weakling must be a shame. I sometimes feel like a tamed shrew. But it is such a pleasure to love, respect and to be devoted to you.I have never looked back. And now I know that in the East, we do not love, we adore. The pitfalls of such adoration can be when ones sees the feet of clay. None of us is perfect, but I now know what a lady meant when, while describing her husband, once said to me, that he is not only whom I trust, he is my aqeeda( belief). When I think with my head, this still sounds a bit uncanny. I overanalyze what is only to be felt. I have attained the level of aqeeda and hope perhaps unreasonably, that I never see clay. Love is belief and clarity. When i question this state of being, My heart only answers, it was meant to be. In this velvet silence, I can feel the true form and shape of love. It is all around me.