Crying in Love is to Grow in Love

To be in love is to check one's mortality and start with the quiver of optimism

- Surai Milind Yengde

A career diplomat traverses the world. The nature of his job takes him to places. He returns to his home country once in a while. Otherwise, he attends the parties and hosts the delegation in a foreign country.

He is married and has a toddler. His wife also works for the government looking after the flora of the country.

They are located thousands of miles away. Yet, they are married and are raising a child. The life of the diplomat is emblematic of a marine or a vessel operator who is listed in faraway lands sailing the oceans for months altogether.

They get to see their significant others or parents once or twice a year. The military regime is not different either.

Yet, when I asked the diplomat about maintaining this difficult schedule and still looking after the family, he was Zen. Prior to taking up the assignment in the diplomatic core, he had a fulfilling career. He felt he could do better and so that was his choice. Meeting someone, falling in love and then making a family was their choice-his wife, parents and of course, himself.

Now that they are tied in knots for many years, their relationship works primarily through phones and media interfaces. He cannot go to his luxurious bungalow in a foreign country to be greeted by his growing toddler.

In an age where distance seems like fiction but also desperate and urgent, the possibility of loving someone seems like a struggle. With several social media posts ostensibly arguing against the long-distance schedule, some anomalies talk about the sweetness of being together yet far away. Modern technology as a crucial tool makes one's itinerary of intimacy a farcical plot.

Many cannot tolerate long distances. Thus, they move together. In such a scenario, one of the partners has to initiate sacrifices. They do it because they find value in the beauty of a relationship and commitment to a designated future.