Birds of a different feather ... also stay together

It so often surprises me how people with so different views and outlook on life can be meant to be together. Or choose to be together rather. Considering ours was not precisely a match made in heaven, it was a war fought and triumphed. One that also needs constant care and maintenance, the way you would take care of a garden perhaps. Requires constant weeding. Sometimes it also becomes essential to pull out your favorite plants, b’cos they may be the ones that is hurting its growth.

A relationship is like a violin.. The music may stop now and then, but the strings are attached forever. The quality of music will also vary, unless tuned properly and constantly.

We have been having our own sorts of differences, a tad more than usual of recent. But that is what you can least expect when you out 2 very high-headed, overly egoistic, highly self-opinionated opposite genders stay together 24/7. But at the end of the day, we sleep off holding hands. My fingers exactly one full inch smaller than his … yet somehow fingers intertwined, there is a sense of perfect alignment and belonging in this asymmetric variance. When we stand together, I am a good head shorter than him. And yet, when we hold each other close, cradled in each others arms, my head rests perfectly on his chest to hear the deep fathoms of his heart beat. This is where we are meant to be, who we are meant to be, how we are meant to be. Stark naked in our distinct individualities, flaws, et all.



There is a deep sense of belonging, of coming back home .. of finally reaching heaven. Pure bliss to lose myself in this feeling.