We were engrossed in watching Episode 7 of the series Normal People, when a scene from it triggered a realisation that hit me. I paused the episode, and hugged my wife, and said nothing. Even she didn’t utter a word.
Almost an hour seemed to have passed since we were in that long warm hug, and none of us had spoken a word. Breaking that beautiful silence, I asked her very gently, as gentle as if I was speaking to a child, “Do you know why I did that?”
“Yes,” she said and kissed me on my cheek.
“I mean look at us. We wake up, hit the gym, go to office, come back, cook dinner, watch something, at times make love and then sleep. Tonight, at that very moment, I realised we have been running. Not that this realisation doesn’t hit me every day, it does, but tonight I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted to stop all of it, and give you a long hug, and do nothing. Speak nothing. I think this is so basic and beautiful, a long hug with your partner, and yet we can’t even make time for it.”
“I get it. That’s why I didn’t say anything,” she hugged me tight.