A note on love

I think they do not know yet, that I make an excellent long distance lover.

Of all the faces of love, this is the one I like most. The years spent yearning, the need to touch and be touched, urgent conversations that are whispered when the house sleeps, the letters that take with them my smell. I waited, patient and frantic. I lived and died a thousand times, with the unbearable lurching of my heart, with tears that wet the phone cradled by my neck. I built monuments to this affliction, I thought them to be indestructible lace. I tended to this love, and I sometimes thought I may nurture it to its death.

How else to love?

Forgive me then, if I do not know how to love in close contact.

Even if my dreamscapes appear to be washed away by the banalities of a shared domestic space, even if the monuments turn out to be sandcastles, know that my love resides in instructions uttered on the bed, in laughs that erupt without warning, in the way I foresee your movements.


16 thoughts on “A note on love

  1. I really like the concept of being a better long distance lover than a cohabitant. You did a lovely job of conveying the freneticism and passion of introducing yourself to a lover through letters and late night phone calls. All the urgency and passion of that tryst was really clear. You also did a nice job of focussing on the little details especially in the last paragraph. I would have liked a little more context for this though — even something as small as a tweaking of the title to say who the love note was for.

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  2. I personally like the anonymity of it. It gave me the sense that it’s one of those special memories, or something new and personal – just for you. I’d love to pull a line or phrase that I liked best, but I can’t. It’s stunning.

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  3. Loved this piece. My husband and I had a long distance relationship, had met online and had met only a handful of times in person before he moved to the US and I had to stay back in India for a year. It was a very difficult and intense time. I think more than anything else, I loved the idea of being in love with someone. I used to even tell my husband that we probably wouldn’t be together if we had actually met at school or were colleagues. Once we were finally together, I wasn’t sure if he was the one for me. Finally in my late thirties, I feel like, probably my husband is the only person whom I could be with:)

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      1. Oh BTW, chanced upon your twitter page. ROFL reading about Koperundevis and Kannuku iniyals:) What an irony that pure Tamil names are chosen for the Alabaster autamatons. Keep them coming.

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  4. Well written πŸ™‚ Incidentally, while I chanced upon this blog with my music turned on, the best parts of “Chevalier De Sangreal” were playing giving more meaning to your thoughts πŸ™‚

    I second your thoughts as well. Long distance love is beautiful. It allows us to be ourselves while also assuring that there is a person to love out there πŸ™‚

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  5. As someone who has had a long distance relationship, I really connected with parts of this piece. I would have loved to know a little bit more about this lover and the reason for the long distance. But I was engrossed in your words and the feelings you put on the page so well.

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