Good byes and Hope

Around 3am at the East Avenue, I stood there bordering the slushed drains from the night's rains, wearing my favorite lavendar chappal, blanketting myself in a black/white stripped shawl with my hair tied up unkemptly even as my badly cut fringes constantly fell on my face. I stood there feeling numb as I looked up at my 6 feet tall and handsome husband. Our eyes were misty, he clenched my hands in comfort and we looked aimlessly at each other. It was time, and I was prepared for this moment.

The cab driver unwillingly looked our direction, it was an angushing-comforting 15 secs of my life that I may not forget! It's a 3-4 months voyage, being in Merchant Navy has its perks and pricks. I knew it, so I breathed through the pain..

Been happily married for 2 months and to exchange a good bye kiss with my newly found lifetime love on the 2nd month anniversary is quite not the way I planned to celebrate it.

But I dare not talk about life being unfair to me, cause as I think of all the people who don't even have a job, those well educated ambitious 20s and 30s who are frustrated as their earning isn't enough to support their family, the many hard working labour class people who have left their families, friends, kith and kin for almost 12-15 months and gone to strange lands to work in mines, hotels, factories and other industries..

I breathe not the word unfair for when I think of all the people I've ever known, I know in my heart, I am most privileged. I simply have e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g. I believe pain is good, it adds more perspective to life.

A parting good bye is certainly heart wrenching however it cannot over power the hope and joy of meeting again. Can't wait!

2 down, 88 days to go! :D