Moments in between are the moments we live for. It is not always obvious. But its very subtleness make it all the more precious.
Inches away from that hot cup of the coffee in the morning, just before the warm aromatic liquid glides down your throat. The interval is sublime, the moment the tip of the cup touches your lips priceless. It welcomes the day, creates expectations and tells you things can be okay, if you want them to. When things don’t go our way, we seek sanctuary in these moments too. We preserve them for as long as we can.
An expatriate seconds away from landing on his native soil, carries a heart heavy with a feeling that alternates between dread and promise. He wonders if he will find a warm welcome and if he can fathom the many changes that have taken place since he left. He stares out the small window, looking at the miniature houses that dot the landscape, and fiddles nervously with a pen.
Moments in between are always full of hope.
My life right now is one such moment. After childhood but before marriage and family, after one degree but before another, before a dissertation – all potentialities. I wait with bated breath. But I continue playing anyways. Every inch of my being shivers with anticipation. Maybe, just maybe, that one page would turn out to be decent. Maybe, just maybe, today would be great. Maybe, just maybe, he would turn out to be the one.
When the moment happens, we are not always prepared for the answer we get. Sometimes it will crush us, more times than we can imagine. But if it does not break one’s heart, then it is not worth waiting for in the first place.
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