Years have passed since the day we met, but it seems like yesterday. Sometimes it feels like I’ve run out of words, told you everything. Sometimes like there’s so much left to say.
Like a diamond inside a rock, within you lies your heart, your hair, your eyes, your smile, your soul — a perfect work of art. We’ve experienced so much together, yet there’s a lifetime of things left to be done. Whenever I feel I have reached the pinnacle of my love for you, I realise I have only just begun.
For all those wondering why I have morphed into this hopeless romantic, my wife Adhuna and I recently celebrated ten years of being together, and I hope the poem is self-explanatory in my feelings for her.
While on the issue of commitments, well, here we are! It’s been a month since we started on this column and I honestly didn’t think I’d make it this far. Then I read that my dear friend, Priyanka has completed a golden jubilee as a columnist and voila!!…. I was inspired to say “Well done!” It is pretty definitive of her as an actor too… when she commits to a part, there’s no holding back. Take a bow, girl.
Thank you all for the wonderful feedback you’ve been mailing in. The appreciation and the critique is always welcome, most likely in that respective order.
I was particularly touched by a mail sent by a young, physically disabled man about living in a city that has no convenience for him. He asks, “Why can’t I go to a fast food joint or for that matter most restaurants? Why is it that every year on my birthday, I spend time at home simply because there no ramps and lifts in most places I would want to go to? I would really like to be independent and earn. The lack of opportunity fails to make my dreams come true.” I hear you. Now I hope that through this column, people who can help create the required infrastructure in order to provide the handicapped with better and a more wholesome living option, will hear you too. Peace out.