It was early evening when Indu sent me an image and said, “I want you to write on this.”
When I saw it, the only word that came to my mind was Companionship.
She messaged, “The couple holding each other - probably one is taking care of another.”
I replied, “I shall definitely write , anything for you!”
And while she had merely planted a thought, it grew roots in my mind.
All evening, I found myself lost in it.
Perhaps that couple didn’t even know someone was watching them.
They didn’t know that amidst the rush of a bustling city, their quiet togetherness was radiating something so beautiful - something rare.
They were unaware that a stranger somewhere had captured them from behind, and that another stranger would sit down to give that moment a meaning.
There was something about that image - a quiet message, unspoken yet powerful.
When I think of relationships, I often see two words hiding inside - relation and ship.
But not every relation becomes a ship, does it?
Not every connection finds the courage to travel together through storms and seasons.
To me, a relationship is more than just proximity or promises. It’s companionship in its truest sense - walking together through life’s changing seasons, being each other’s calm, the silent assurance that says, “Come what may, I’m here.”
Among all bonds, friendship and love stand apart - because we choose them.
They’re not inherited, they’re built.
Brick by brick. Day by day.
Of course, paradise has its thorns - love isn’t always a red carpet, it’s a garden that blooms, withers, and blooms again with time.
And in that cycle lies the beauty of companionship
Serving each other coffee in silence.
Holding hands when words fail.
Listening more, talking less.
Travelling together - not to see places, but to stay connected in motion.
Sharing life’s load, without measuring who carried more.
I often find myself smiling when I see couples like that - quietly growing old together.
They remind me that love doesn’t always need to be loud or grand.
Sometimes, it’s in the gentle back rub, the shared laughter, the unspoken understanding.
What binds such souls?
I’ve seen love, fights, cold wars, compromises, laughter after tears, and silences that heal more than words ever could.
And I’ve realized - the real glue isn’t perfection.
It’s trust, respect, and love - three threads, twisted together, forming a rope strong enough to hold two hearts across time.
Sometimes, I wish I could capture that beauty exactly as it is - not through words, but through feeling.
Because language often falls short of the heart’s vocabulary.
And yet, here I am - trying to wrap the infinite in syllables.
Then, as always, my rational mind peeks in - reminding me that feelings are subjective, that not everyone experiences life the same way.
And my creative self smiles back, whispering, “Still… isn’t it beautiful that you try?”
One thing most people don’t know about me - I have a fantasy-filled heart.
I live half in reality, half in wonder.
Like Alice in Wonderland, I love imagining the impossible - miracles, moments, emotions untouched by logic.
Perhaps that’s why I see romantic relationships as my favourite fantasy.
Not because they’re unreal - but because they hold the possibility of everything we long for: care, belonging, and warmth.
Sometimes, a single touch on the back says more than a hundred promises ever could.
And maybe… that’s what companionship truly is-
not about holding someone because they need you,
but holding them because you can’t imagine walking alone.
It’s not about being seen together,
but being known - deeply, quietly & endlessly.
And somewhere in that ordinary moment
of two people, unknown to the world, yet everything to each other.
I wish to find my own little miracle.
The kind of love that doesn’t flaunt, doesn’t fade - just simply that stays with me.
