As they waited, they talked. What would it be like when we get there? Again. After waiting for all these years. Are the people still the same? How consumed are they by their things. Things that we know mean nothing. Not here, anyway. We’ve spent years, up here, waiting, for only a chance to be…
That’s the thing with writing – through it, we give the readers a glimpse into our mind. It isn’t easy to let it all out for the world to see. It is a brave display of our innermost thoughts, available for anyone to judge. But we aren’t deterred. We bare it all because we are being true to ourselves, and that is what matters the most at the end of the day.
Ever been in love? Ever got that same magical feeling from music?
It’s like rain on a faintly sunny day, And petrichor.
It’s like a cool breeze on your face,
As you smile, close your eyes and open your arms, to really feel it.
(Also, check out the song I’ve added to this blog post. It’s all things love.)
We bond like crazy in a world of our own. It gives me great joy to hear her giggle at something I said or did. Because when she misses her dad(who has been away sailing for months) that pain pierces right through my heart. I can’t do anything to help the situation. At that moment, I can only put on a brave face and distract her by being happy-happy myself, pretending that it’s not a big deal. So when I’m able to make her laugh it gives me peace knowing that she is happy. I think to myself – “She misses her dad, but for now, I am enough.”
Think of it more as a peek into the life of a shippy wife. Why? Because our strange life is often thought of in the strangest ways by people who are strangers to us. Well, sometimes by some friends also, to be honest. We get a lot of questions as to how we spend our days. So I thought I’ll write about it. I am a Shippy Wife. Whatever comforts I afford and enjoy, comes at the price of not being able to share small joys, trials/tribulations with my husband whenever I want to. I don’t want him to miss out on anything while he is away. So I tend to over-compensate for the time spent apart. Over-sharing, it has become a habit with me.
Sometimes she wonders if she is fit to handle life and fantasizes about her younger days before marriage. There pops the thought “Why did I go and get married in the first place?” But rarely does she try to answer that question for herself. During our dating years, in one of those typical conversations about “our future” (yup, that one that guys particularly hate), when I asked him what was his idea of what marriage is like, he said something surprisingly profound that has stayed with me since.