“You keep playing these silly pranks!” he tells me.
“Yes, but they are still funny!”I reply.
It was too easy to make him believe things sometimes, in spite of he being the one who had warned me that he would be playing pranks, and I should be careful not to get annoyed.
A few weeks back he had found some video to be hilarious, and decided I should distract myself from the long awaited sleep. The video shows a guy trying to prank his girlfriend by saying he had cheated on her, and ending up the one being pranked in return.
“See this is what I mean! You should not get pissed off when I decide to crack a joke!”
I do my usual rolling of eyes, and turn to sleep, while he turns to his rugby match, still laughing over the practical joke.
It’s New Year, Christmas, and whatever other festivity that comes along with it, both of us, with our families, before he commences his travels again, and I, mine. Our lives would go on our own separate ways, but would yet move in parallel. I would get the “I love you, I miss you,” a sign that could mean a few thing: he is highly intoxicated, stoned, or actually quite in his senses and really missing me.
I have stopped asking how his day was. He had stopped saying good night. But there would be those random moments where we would drop a line, when we would cross each other’s mind. Life has become simple and with less obligations, and restrictions.
I think of life. I think of us.
And then I think of this “thing” which is nameless, unnamed (voluntarily) yet very much acknowledged. It could be love, but without that need to be obsessed.
I decide to bug him. It was the usual story, me saying something that was attention grabbing, and he reacting to it with sincerity, followed up by my usual statement “I was kidding”.
Yesterday was different. I think he was more tired than usual, or his work-out at the gym was more exhausting than usual, we kept missing each other’s calls one too many a time for him to figure out whether I was joking or being serious, or I was simply being more annoying than usual.
To top it all, I had fallen asleep from exhaustion, to wake up to his text and a list of missed calls.
“Please don’t be like my ex. I am coming on the 3rd.”
Early morning, I feel like an idiot. I dial his number. As usual he misses the call.
Dating has become virtual of late, with me in one corner of the world and he on the other.
“You have the cutest son!” Aiden says.
He has got used to seeing my son sleeping, and has formed his own opinion on the little one.
Commenting on a statement I made on relationships and marriage, he in his smart-ass mood replies, “Handling your son is not going to be difficult, it’s you that are going to be difficult!”
And then he laughs at his own joke, reminding me of what a stupid astrologer told me recently. He finds things as astrology hilarious, tarot cards fun to waste time on, and anything predicted worthy of a good laugh.
I have come to realize that I value the time I spend with him. We talk, we laugh, and we plan life. And things are simple. Most of all, life is good, even from two ends of the world.
I look at him, and notice how good looking he has become of late. Is it the distance that makes one get closer?