THEM 'Ishman'

Can I marry him, dada? (9) 🌻💛...

Sometimes, we just click.

You know, in such a short span of time, feelings grow so deep that it feels like, yes, this is how I want my life to sound. 

Some relationships are not measured by the amount of time you spend together, but by how you spend that time. It's never about the days or years, it's about those moments, how they made you feel, how they painted your soul.

Sometimes, some bonds are so beautiful, so peaceful, and so soothing that you end up letting them go. Not because you don't care, not because they mean any less, but because you know. You know that life has never been this giving, never been this kind to you. And somewhere deep down, you also know that one day, life is going to snatch that bond away in a way that won't just break the bond, but also shatter the human holding it. So before life gets the chance to do that, before it breaks you in ways that ruin everything, you decide to let go yourself. You let the person go.

Life is like a storm, and some people are like sunflowers. You don't want to watch the storm crush the sunflower. So before that storm can come and destroy, you choose to set the sunflower free. You let it go, not into the darkness, but into a place where it can bloom more beautifully. Somewhere it can shine more brightly. Somewhere there will be a gardener who will protect it, nurture it, and keep it safe.

It's not about endings, not about sadness, it's about knowing when something is too precious to risk losing in the wrong way. It's about valuing it so much that you'd rather let it flourish elsewhere than watch it wither in front of you.

(NO, MY JELLY BEANS, THIS IS NOT GOING TO END SAD OR ANYTHING. IT'S JUST THAT I LOVE YAPPING, AND SOMETIMES I TALK WEIRD... WELL, MOST OF THE TIME, HONESTLY. THIS WAS JUST SOMETHING THAT SAT IN MY HEART AND SPILLED OUT HERE. SO DON'T PANIC, I'M STILL ME. JUST A BIT DROWNING IN FEELINGS, THAT'S ALL.)

All three of them felt complete, complete like home. Not a home made of bricks or cement, but a home woven with people and presence.

Now, it was time to go. Oh god, of course, it was time to go.

Everyone around was moving, roaming through the fair, trying to savour the last drops of the evening, walking just a few extra steps together, stretching the moment a little longer. Vayu was holding Shubman's finger with one tiny hand and Ishan's finger with the other, sometimes jumping in between them and putting all his weight on both men. Each time, Ishan and Shubman would chuckle softly, pulling him up so he wouldn't fall.

Shubman's other hand hovered protectively under Vayu's small body, ready to catch him at the slightest slip, as though his marshmallow could tumble at any second. Ishan, meanwhile, was giggling with Vayu, raising his hand higher every time so Vayu had to reach further to catch Shubman's taller height. That only made Vayu laugh louder, while Shubman watched the two of them with warm, heart shaped eyes, chuckling under his breath.

After wandering around for a little more time, they stopped at the gate of the fair. The lights flickered behind them, laughter echoing faintly from the rides. Shubman really looked then, looked at Vayu, looked at Ishan. He wasn't just looking,  he was trying to capture them in his eyes, to seal the picture inside his heart forever. He wanted to frame this moment in his mind, to savour it like a photograph that never fades.

It felt like completion. His sun, Vayu, was here beside him. And Ishan, his sunshine, stood there too. Not his now, not yet. But his for the future, for sure.

"Um... ca-can-can I have your number?" Shubman asked, scratching the back of his neck, his voice awkward and small. He looked at Ishan like a road side kicked puppy, desperate but shy, and the moment the words left his mouth, he felt embarrassed. He cringed at himself, how weird it must sound, asking for Ishan's number after only meeting a few hours ago.