Relationship and space: An unspoken love affair. Kinchit Bihani
We all (mostly) start with “no room for space between us” because there can be none between two bodies and one soul;
Our mutual feelings, pure and unbound, so beautifully interlace that we lit up our surrounding space; yet to fully explore our life’s new phase, we request others, “Please give us more space”; we cherish our transcendental emotions underneath a starry night sky, and project ourselves as human beings of the outer space; we hold each other’s palms in grace and take a vow that only death will separate us in this cosmic space.
But, then, somehow, from somewhere, a speck of space emerges between us that does not go away;
We try to dismiss it, bury it but our life keeps on making way for this rebellious space; first, we treat this space just an aberration in time, but the space begins to attract more of its kind, over time, and a space time continuum gets established;
The widening space makes us carve and crave for a personal space; we begin to define our space; we begin to space our space; we realize the need to differentiate between personal and a common space, a space for new thinking; we start to loathe the lack of space when we don’t get one; we start to defend our’s and enter into other person’s space; the line between real and artificial blurs as our mind feels for space, where none exists; we warn one another about the hard drawn lines that now guard our individual space; we no longer enjoy the-once-privileged-space because it has turned into an ugly place;
The troubled outer space give birth to its image inside us, the two in constant interaction;
We look at others, from far, and envy the space they enjoy; the plethora of thoughts do not give our minds now a free space, and we hide ourselves into a secret space; we try to measure this ever expanding space between us, stretching beyond cosmos now; we invoke the great Einstein to see if he can check for the relative difference between our emotional space; disappointment begins to move in quickly and fill our once-dream-space, once shiny and now a gloomy place; we even gravitate towards the cyberspace, which promises to give our emotions an infinite space;
We search for a backspace key to delete this space; we think of logging out and even exploring a new space; deep down filled with agony and pain, we tell others, “Please give us more space”;
In isolation, day after day, we silently ask the space, “What lies beyond you?”
In search of prophetic answers, we even return to the starry sky, which once blessed us, to give us little space that can lead us out of this maze. Space responds to our call, and some see what other’s do not see at all that nature has given space a space in its intrinsic design, between two hands and between two eyes, between sunset and sunrise, between action and it’s prize, between different stars glowing in the skies, between two birds that together flies.
Some embrace this need to change and head out in search of a new space, one that is free of past mistakes, one that has equilibrium in its phrase, a space that they would love to face.
