Dear Breath,
I don’t know how it feels to have this love-hate relationship with someone like me, who has ignored your existence for the bigger chunk of my life.
Your existence in my life so far was just like that obedient wife, who never demanded anything in return and yet yearns for that one glance.
When our love became triangle, with entry of meditation, I finally had a first look at you. It felt like all this while I was living in Kashmir with a blindfold.
The moment I casted my first glance at you and inhaled deeper, you injected me with a contagious warmth which filled the void in me.
All this while, I was looking for serenity, resilience and simplicity, and yet never realised that all I needed to do was to feel you deeper; eyes open or eyes closed, doesn’t matter now.
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