The Inner Conflict!!!

And there she was... lying on the beautiful white satin bed-sheet, on her stomach, with her right cheek pressed into the pillow. Her head was on the edge of the huge king-sized bed, her long black silken hair flowing down, touching the sparkling marbo-granite floor.

The cool breeze blowing from the French window made a few stray strands of hair slide across her face. Serene or blissful could be the term, one would use to describe Anaita right now. Anaita who was known as BWB (beauty with brains) at her workplace.

Anaita usually dressed up in cotton churidars with her hair in a bun; sometimes neatly but generally messy, adding charm to her simplicity. Her confidence replaced her make-up; the spark in her eyes was the mascara, the beautifully curved lips that spread smiles wherever she went, would be her lipstick. She seldom cared about how she looked or appeared. All that concerned her was her work, her kids, her school. An inextinguishable fire, when at work. An unfathomable source of energy and motivation, she gained from her work. An unbeatable zest and zeal, dedication, determination, and a contagious sense of optimism and perfection are what she rubbed off on her teammates. People looked up to her not only for professional inputs but also for a free-spirited zest for life. But today was different. She neither smiled nor laughed.

It was 10.52 pm and all she could do was be restless and think about him, regretting the missed morning and evening talks. Their conversations were an addiction, as good as a drug, for her smiles. But today, she missed her drug... and missed her smiles. Tomorrow, she knew in her heart, the chances of talking were low. In a flash, she was reminded of their evening chat - "bad roads so difficult to type".

LOL!!! (Sarcasm hits… !!!) Almost exactly a year ago during torrential rains when the entire city was enjoying a holiday, he drove 3 hours on his way back home from the office. Frantically chatting with her, he never realized the lapse of time. It was as if they were transported in some different world altogether. It was their first-ever personal chat... Almost exactly a year ago. And today, a month short of their ‘chat anniversary’, he had said, "bad roads so difficult to type..."

What did this mean? Were things getting monotonous between them? She wondered. Her heart searched for an answer while her ridiculous subconscious mind replied. "Of course it is getting dull, honey. Don’t you realize today you both managed without talking to each other and well, needless to say, you are alive too!!!"

Her heart snapped back saying “We are one in soul and so we don’t really need to talk daily.” Bouncing back, her witty subconscious rolled its eyes and said "Well, we will see” and laughed sarcastically, leaving her heart shaken for a bit when she felt her phone vibrating. Hurriedly she checked her phone and read his name in the notification!!!

“Yes!!! We are one... and we just know when to message each other!” her heart screams with joy. He messaged to say he had had a super tiring day and was off to sleep and requested her to sleep early too.

That’s what love is all about!!! Feeling each other when miles apart!!! Souls need no language or phones to communicate...they just know the love is all they have and will remain with them for eternity...

She smiled a million-dollar smile and got back to her bedtime routine... gearing up to join him for sleep!!!!