You wake up in the morning and you are feeling a high pressure to pee but you realize that she is sleeping on your arm and you don’t want to wake her up. You just lie down watching her sleep and try to find out what she is dreaming about. She might be seeing her parents holding her high up in the sky and she feels like flying. You caress her hair with another hand and she cuddles and puts her arm around you and tries to poke her nose into your chest hair. You kiss her closed eyes through which you can see her eyeballs moving. You feel as if your lips just touched the petals of a rose.
It is the bliss, which makes you forget to pee!
She wakes up and holds you tight again but not tight enough to stop you from rushing to bathroom.
She struggles and prepares Maggi, which you never like but eat it and realize that you have started liking it.
While leaving for home, she gets a seat near the bathroom of compartment. She takes your hanky and wipes your sweat and puts it on her nose because she loves the stench of your sweat. It makes her feel that you are with her.
You had been studious in your whole life and never had courage to even defend yourself if some bully comes and slaps you. Suddenly one day you find a stranger in yourself who is as strong as a movie hero!
But you cannot be with her while crossing the big bridge called life because you are not wearing the same uniform as she is. She has to find another person in the same uniform. Although it is not necessary to wear the same uniform while crossing the bridge, it might be dangerous to be in a different uniform. This uniform called religion cannot be put on or off as and when you require.
While it is completely logical to let her go with the person having the same uniform, being a creature of habit and emotions, you find yourself shouting at the bridge and the uniform and even the people who want to accompany her. After shouting your guts out you learn to wait and watch people crossing the bridge while looking for a single person of your uniform. You still hope to meet her smiling and waving her hand to you during the journey and you prepare yourself for that moment.
And finally you find a good writer in you.
The pain is fair price for so many things you got.