its a different kind

He walks fast. She is slow. He is quiet. She talks. He thinks. She acts. He’s rational. She is everything but it. He is spiritual. She is religious. He keeps to himself. She gets social on an island. He is analytical. She is emotional. He is overtly organised. She can’t find anything. He detests shopping. She stops at every shop. He watches only news. She loves soaps and movies. He preserves everything. She uses here and now. He has no wish list. Hers’ is always in making. His words are hermits’. She hasn’t matured. He lives saintly. She votes for comfort. Yet, he is away, she is restless. She is away, he gets bored. She is sad, so he is. He is happy, she is more. He is unwell, she panics. She is unwell, he does. She sulks, he teases. She cries. He comforts. When he is thoughtful, she gets worried. He steps out, she checks on now and then. She leaves for a bit and he waits. She is for him. As he is for her. He doesn’t change one bit. No, neither does she. Keep them together. It’s sightseeing north and south poles. Try pulling them apart and it’s a magnet.

No diamonds. No roses. No tall claims. 37 and counting. Long drives happen on rough tyres. Smooth ones claim lives. Wonder what keeps two unusual people awesomely together? Love? Perhaps.

It’s a different kind. The kind they don’t make these days.

(22nd Feb, 2013)