Frequency of some good things is such a rarity. Some other good things are always around; we may just be candidly blind. Gentle physical gestures like a hug, a pinch on the cheeks, holding hands, and a kiss more than often speak volumes in just those precise moments of their action. They can emotionally rejuvenate you. They can spring some oblivious but obvious facts. They can simply dampen your eyes and put your emotional stability to test.
Just at the departure terminal in the airport, moments before my friend waved good-bye for ‘who-knows-how-long’ geographical separation, we exchanged hugs. Hugs so affectionate and so emotionally charged. A hug which felt like a special gift box; every moment we shared wrapped safely in it, laced with a ribbon of naïve hopes and promises to create extended memories of togetherness and fun. Some hugs I am guessing are just impossible to part from. You just wish to stay locked, relishing the breeze of peace that your soul experiences with a plain prayer that that moment freezes in time. It is at this point I wondered how often we get to experience such warm moments. How fortunate we should be to have such people around who can render such warmth. Sometimes for genuine moments like this we may well have to wait for years. I have read the book The Alchemist by P C where in he talks so vividly about signs or omens. I consider these gestures to be humble signs that happiness and love is all around me and more often I tend to believe that this is what keeps me going….
