It's Like Gravity

(inspired by a 'Rocket Boys' episode in which Vikram describes to Homi what being in love with Mrinalini feels like) 

It's like gravity - constant, abundant and dominant.

A part of me wants to think like a 15th century theologian - crediting the Divine Maker for its constancy. It matches the vast depths of my curiosity and eagerness. Thinking of how you react to everything - to a silly joke to the changing colour of leaves at the turn of the season. How infectious it is, the enthusiasm with which you share a movie scene. How pretty is the discomfort in your smile while hesitantly getting clicked for a picture. Do you also sometimes look at the sky - thinking about nothing but existing in that moment only to admire that rare blue? What is this unique pull if not the work of an unknown force, so masterful in its craft?

They say that, back then, the scientists and the godmen debated a great deal about the sun's position. The same sun, a stranger to these debates, relentless, and dutiful, nudges me everyday to wake up. I resist the sun with pleadings to allow me to steal more glimpses of your presence, still vivid from my dreams. This gravity has its weird ways - on such days, I feel your presence embracing me - a mischievous glimpse here, a stern look there.

Gravity hurts when one falls and it is gravity, again, that maintains the balance of the entire universe. Your absence makes me question the relevance of everything around. Yet, it is your existence that keeps me sane. I choose to stay largely ignorant about so many things but especially so about this pull - wishing that I never catch the apple's fall, hoping that you remain the spacetime in which I exist. 

Yes, it's like gravity and, yet, it's so much more.