If I were to write
an epitaph, I certainly wouldn’t need to google the archive of my brain for a
theme. The encyclopedia of my life with My Old Dutch
would feed me enough materials to weave into any desired number of episodes.
Like any ordinary,
during our pre-nuptial days, we followed suit in crafting our own blueprint of life
that we will spend together. As civil servants, to make that equation of togetherness
complete, the marriage certificate is one official coupon needed to be unveiled.
But unfortunately in our case, the legally powered marriage certificate was blunt
to cut the commands of so-called educated officers. Today, the seven-year-old
legal produce collectively shares the space in my closet to accumulate the dust
of its maturity.
Nevertheless, the flame
of our life survived thousands of tremors and tsunamis caused all due to (that illegal)
separation. We always expected the light to be at the end of every tunnel of
our hope. And certainly, on many occasions, we waited for the liable officials
to settle the dust of our pangs owing to those painful disconnections. Since nothing
could germinate over time, it has made us endure acting another episode of a real
fairy tale.
Now that I am
studying overseas, the dimension of our separation has augmented. We still feel
the same pain but in a different form.
Whenever I read the
lyrics of her messages, it makes me vividly remember one of my salad days where
an elderly woman shared to my mother: “A life without our husband is like
removing the feathers from the wings and letting to fly at the same speed throughout”.
Incredible!
Salvaging her
lines, I have always given a thought that I will not let this history behead
the timeline of my life but failed. We realized that unless things are within
our own clutch, nothing extraordinary can be performed. Thus far, we celebrated
life in our own dimension.
We have not and
never entertain those histories to miscarriage our hopes and dreams for the future. I
owe my lady who helps me manufacture strengths to believe in.
To you my lady, I also
remain indebted for not letting ourselves stand on the graves of departure and
weep because you knew that our relations did not perish.
That tease and cry,
mockery and argument, fight and injury all make me think of our relation to be
that of Tom and Jerry’s. No matter who lost or was injured in the play, we can’t
endure living without each other.
Although we have died
as much as we lived, our hopes of getting together still grow because we know
that when the absence was making a difference in our lives, the presence should make
a double difference.
“A
perfect marriage is just two imperfect people who refuse to give up on each
other”- Anonymous
Dumcho sir, I can feel the pangs of disconnection that you're going through and it has aggravated when you have to go for studies overseas. But I can see light at end of tunnel. I hope it is light for your togetherness. What is amazing is your marriage that is valued even high with the distance.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the comments. I agree because we have really stood against the test of time. Hope you are doing great.
DeleteThanks for My Old Dutch link. It would be really informative one.
ReplyDeleteLovely post Dumcho! Hope you can reunite soon with your loved one and be loyal to her always! :)
ReplyDeletePlease pray for me. I am really in need of such prayers.
DeleteBeautiful post :)
ReplyDeleteThank you for the compliments
DeleteSuch a wonderful, heart-warming post, Dumcho...and I love that quote. There is such truth in those words! :)
ReplyDeleteHave a great week, dear friend :)