So I was talking to a friend who recently got, let's say, transferred! And all I could hear on the phone was her new friends and her responses to them. Lots of chaos and too much of "hold on.." for my patience and ego. I was grateful when the call got cut. Grateful, not happy, mind you! At least relieved? No! Not even close! In fact, the panic began once the call got cut! I was only grateful to not have to hear more of it..
Its a minor portion of the feeling that one of two lovers in a movie feels when they are making their way to their ever-welcoming refuge- the airport! Be it airport or railway station, I think, we sit glued to the screen because we relate to the saturated one's need to get away; because their faith just got shaken and they are grateful just to not have anymore of it! In such cases, we might sit and debate "but real love is very much different, complicated and realistic than this chase to the airport!"
However, I feel that inspite of our experienced arguments and the predictability of the scene, some of us well up in anxiety and pray for the lover to stop the departure of their consort and his/her faith.
At some or the other point, a minor, different, complicated and realistic representation of the breathless run to the airport, is needed in all our lives to save our faith. That could happen in any way, in any form of relationship. Not that dramatic and quite obviously there isn't a happily ever after everytime; but just one of many tiny temporary happy endings, just to say that everything is okay. We go through life with the security of a two-year old, who gets restless at not feeling a parent nearby, in sleep. And as much as we grow up to know the reality of love and life, we are never too mature for a pampering reassurance.
The phone rang again. I picked it up, still thinking about everything. "I love you!" my friend piped in, on the other end. I smiled "I know!"
