The night before the flight

“I’m leaving on a jet plane; don’t know when I’ll be back again”

-John Denver, singer/songwriter

I saw how contented she was brushing her teeth with me. She looked just like a sweet child on the reflection of the mirror. The sight of her was like a little girl who had finally grasped her guardian closer in her arms – a relief to the baby who had had a despairing episode following a brief separation with her loved one, then meeting him again after a few hours.

In my bewilderment you surprised me by appearing again when your sister brought you back, after having already said your goodbyes, and driving away in the car - a renewed hope that you would be able to see me off in the airport after all. That moment, that one moment in the washroom, I saw heaven in your eyes, so peaceful, so bliss; that one moment I had wanted to cuddle you for eternity and not let you go.

I thought I was going to lose you again. And I couldn’t blame her; I felt it all the same after a long time of not getting the opportunity to meet and another 6 months is going be a long time you know. Such a good time we had had for the pass 5weeks, spending precious time together trying to fill in all the gaps we had lost for the past 1 and a half years of being apart.

It was an irony how we had spent half of the 3years we'd been together, physically apart. I had known you by touch and by sight for only 1 and half years and the remaining years in Manipal only by thought and words – yet you still love me.

I had requested her to return to Vista that night. Not to send me off in the airport. It felt like a mistake. The last time since, i embraced her. Before she came to surprise me and soothe my tears, I had cried awfully by myself, . Back in Vista it was her turn to cry while I calmed her aching heart through the phone. Such emotions shook us as if we were never going to meet again. We couldn’t sleep that night thinking of each other.

It was just too painful to be separated once more.