And today again I saw her weeping by the bedside. I knew the person behind these tears. I had met him numerous times. Professionally he was doing well but I guess as a lover he wasn’t able to keep up to her expectations or it was vice versa. And it wasn’t even my matter. I shouldn’t poke my nose into someone else’s affairs but still I couldn’t see my friend weeping alone. I had to be by her side as always.
I walked to the kitchen and poured a glass of water for her, normally this isn’t the usual activity. It is she who brings water for me when I return from work but today was just another day when she had had a fight with her so guy. So I was the one doing her work.
I walked up to her and gave her the glass. She looked at me but said nothing. She drank the water silently. I squeezed her palm and asked, “What happened today?”
I bit my lips thinking I had just made a big mistake by asking her this question. She would start crying again. Luckily, she didn’t.
She calmly said, “The usual case. He asked me where I was and I said that I would be reaching home soon.”
“Hmmm…” I said.
“Hmmm…” I said.
“I told him so lovingly and he started sulking about why I didn’t inform him this and then a big quarrel began. I said that I had forgotten to message him and I was sorry for it but you know how it is. An argument had already been fired and it ends noisily. Both of us had our own reasons. I have nothing left to say to him. I don’t know who was wrong or right. All I know is that I love him and he loves me too. I wish we could avoid this.”
“If you guys love each other so much then why do fight so much?”This was me asking her foolish questions as always.
She gave me a wry smile and said,” Sometimes even I feel the same darling but then I feel everything sweet will cause diabetes. Life has to be spicy, isn’t it? I know all this will be fine in a while. He is in office working hard for me. So the burden gets on to him. It’s nothing major. At a point of time I thought why should I inform him about my whereabouts all the time? Why should I tell him that I have left for home or office? Why should I tell him that I am going to the market or hanging out with friends? I felt as if he was playing with my freedom but now I take it this way that if he wants to know all this, it’s one of his thousand ways of showing his affection towards me. He is far away from me and he must be worried about me. With so much of crime in the city he wouldn’t want me to get trapped in something dangerous. We both love each other and we love each other all the more after each fight.”
“And why so? I thought the opposite of this must be happening”, I asked throwing another of my stupid query at her.
“Because this makes us realize how madly we love each other, how much we fear from losing each other and how important we are in each other’s lives. And you know what, it is amazingly cute to talk lovingly to him after a fight. When I kiss him on phone and he says, “I wish we weren’t so far. I wish I could come running to you this very moment”. That is one moment of euphoria.”
“Wow how cute”, I said finally satisfied.
“Yes it is meri jaan. So what are we having for dinner today?” she asked me and ran to the kitchen.
I sat there thinking whether love could do all this. How could someone stay attached through strings and still love it. Or this was another way of accepting the fact that there are two faces of a coin, it all depends on how you take things. She loved everything he said to her and then a thought struck me. He had given her reasons to listen to what he said. He cared for her, we all knew that. I just looked at their pic hanging on the wall and felt how sweet they looked together.
The song ‘O re piya’ from the movie ‘ Aaja Nachle’ was playing in the background. I walked towards the kitchen. I had to help her prepare food.