A day without her

By Vandhana Somaskanthan

Everyone has a unique day to celebrate for themselves. But in my case that was not unique. I had a companion for celebrating it but it was still unique because of my companion. That day would be filled with blessings, fun, and enjoyment. The whole world would appear as if it belongs to us.

I and my companion used to get up early get beautifully dressed, go to temple and get blessings from elders .We take our lavender Scooty pep+, reach  granny’s home for lunch. Once the sun sets we visit our friends and chit-chat with them and return home in the vehicle enjoying the cool air with the contented heart for delicious dinner. Our day would be fulfilled. The world would be ours.


But now I and my companion were away from home for an assignment. We got up early wished each other, got dressed up and started to workplace. Worked all the day and while reaching our living place went out had some with ‘the friends there’. It was also fun. We did not go to temple. We did not have a good lunch. We did not have a cool ride in our vehicle. We had a different chit-chat with the new set of friends. We had a normal dinner. This was one such experience thrown at you by life. The day was NOT fulfilled because……

Yes .we got up early, got dressed nicely worked all the day had fun in return but I was in Bangalore and my companion was in Mumbai. What technology has done to us is synchronization of events irrespective of the place. Technically speaking ‘LOCATION TRANSPARENCY’.

So do you think that day was not fulfilled because of the missed lunch and friends and cool ride. Everything had a replacement. But the solace that my companion offers had no replacement. The bond that I and my companion shared had no replacement. The feeling of sharing anything and everything had no replacement. The heart yearned for her presence and my brain explained her absence. The conflict arose between the two, leaving me in the land of war.

I am reminded of these words even though the author used it in different context.

So we grew together
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,
But yet an union in partition,
Two lovely berries molded on one stem…
-William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

Finally the brain silenced the heart with its explanation. So who is this companion?

By now if you had guessed the day I was talking about was my birthday, it is very simple for you to guess my companion. Yes, she is my lovable dear twin and that’s why even though the day was not unique to me, it remained unique because of my companion. How many get an opportunity of being a twin? You may have a best mother, father, sister, brother, uncle, aunt, grandmother, grandfather, friends, boy friend, girl friend but still I can boast because I have a twin and you lack it. Only one who has a twin can adore the beauty in this relationship.

I end up with some anonymous poet’s words:

There’s two to wash, two to dry;
There’s two who argue, two who cry….
There’s two to kiss, two to hug;
And best of all, there’s two to love!


By Vandhana Somaskanthan

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