in a manner of speaking...

met an old college friend yesterday. After a quick lunch we sat in her car and talked for a while - about 3 hours maybe. At the end of those three hours, both of us realised that we had talked only about one thing - relationships, her relationships, my relationships...our relationship, etc. I feel both of us were only trying to understand our relationships better, by talking about them. Maybe, everytime I talk about any relationship, I am only trying to understand it better for myslef, than to really talk about it for any other reason. Why are relationships so complicated? Were they always so complicated?

Complicated or not, we cannot live without them.
I cannot imagine what meaning would my life have, if I did not have these precious people to share it with.
Today for no real reason (and that's how it should be perhaps), I feel a great sense of gratitude towards all those who are a part of my life. God has been very kind, as I have come across some realy wonderful people. People who have enriched my life and who I have loved dearly. I have lived with them. I have experienced life...with them, through them.

From my parents, my siblings, to my uncles, aunts, cousins, my school friends, my teachers, my college friends, colleagues, my crushes :-) , they are all so special ...and I have such beautiful, some amusing, some touching , some painful some loving memories of them.

There are also some relationships that have no name, have no definition, and inspite of this seemingly ambiguous nature, they are the most simple and most fulfilling at times. There are no spelled out and discussed or demanded commitments, but there are naturally heart-felt commitments. There is no name, but a strange kind of oneness. The best thing about this relationship is that it is so very natural and pure. Anything about it - is natural, is pure. This relationship has been liberating, that probably that is what keeps me bound to it. It helps me understand myself better. It helps me grow.
ANd then, sometimes there is a need to define it, to give it a name and that thing of insuring it against anything bad. Then I grope with the obvious, available tags and try to give it a tag...and the need to do so is born out of some insecurity. But then I realise, I might end up killing the very essense of this relatiohship. There can be no name. It is felt and understood deep within, and deep within, there are no names. And by giving it a name, I may actually limit the scope of this relationship, which is otherwise infinite. :-)

I also feel at times, that in the world that we have created, which is so obsessed about putting things in order, giving names, thoerizing, defining things...in this world, that we live in, ...the way that we really feel, might have to be sacrified.

Here is a song from me to you.

http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=BEWQsKF5cFs



Love.