The effortless, mundane love

  Driving through the tea gardens, 'Sing' by Travis playing on the radio, both our hair blowing trimly with the wind, your one hand on my thigh, and the silence. We've been through this road a gazillion times, the lyrics of the song have been imprinted in our minds but at the moment we couldn't care less about it. The brisk voice of the music and the sound of air hitting our car is keeping us going. It might seem like one of the most boring drives but it's a paradox to what it seems. The conversations we are having amidst the silence are what make us what we are. His hand on my thigh feels warm, the kind of warm that coffee feels on a snowy morning, he abruptly lifts his hand in between to shift the gear but then it's back again like it has always belonged where it is right now. The touch between his palm and my leg feels home. It is certain that where we are right now is where we were always supposed to be. There's nothing new about it, this road, this song, this air, this hand has always been in my concurrence and after all this time it's nothing to be boastful about, like every other aspect of life this has always been a part of me. 

So you read about those mundane things that feel warm, nothing alarming but warm like a sweater on a windy evening, you do them over and over again, they've been embedded in your subconscious, you do them unknowingly, even if you were asked to do them again, you'll do that again without a second thought. Cuz when you're doing them you feel safe, free from all of the apprehensions and judgment, at that moment you're not patronizing yourself, you're at ease. And this moment feels like it. Being 'Us' feels like it.

So is that it? What we really long for is being at ease with someone? Just acknowledging the presence of each other and living it as if we have never been the part of the world where this was not there. Knowing that we've been existing forever and no power of the world can undo it. 

Our effortless, mundane love...