50483582-37FC-42C8-A6C7-1B3E15319EBF

I believe in the Chinese legend of the Red Thread…

According to the legend, two people who are destined to meet are tied together by an invisible red thread. No matter where they are, they are connected and when they meet they share a special bond. People often associate the legend with romantic lovers only but I think it goes beyond that. For there is more kinds of love than just the romantic one.

If there is more than one kind of love, then obviously there has to be more than one red thread wrapped around each of our fingers. If you think about it, we’re bound to so many people, so many special relationships that don’t fit any conventional moulds; there are people we met once upon a time, people we see each day, and people we are yet to meet. But irrespective of the length of time spent together, when we meet the person at the other end of the thread, the connection is instant, and special.

This post is dedicated to one such special friend, also the photographer of the picture here. So it all seems rather befitting. I’ve known him for just about two months now but it feels like I’ve known him forever. I fondly refer to him as my kid. Of course he’s not my kid, and though older, I’m not old enough to be his mother, but I love the kid as if he was my own. He’s going away soon, like kids do, and I know he’ll take a piece of my heart with him.

He is a self-proclaimed introvert so friendship wasn’t an obvious eventuality for us. But I think there is a red thread that holds us together and we were destined to share the bond we do. We talk little, but there’s comfort in our silences, and a sense of understanding that sometimes lacks even in friendships that go back years.

I’ve said enough goodbyes in my lifetime to know that once people move away they grow apart. People plan to stay in touch, meet regularly, but then reality strikes. Everyone gets caught up in their own lives, and days turn into months, months into years, and the people who meant a lot at one point only cross our minds occasionally, if at all. I know the same fate awaits us too but I’m just happy that we had the chance to meet. Should our paths ever cross again I know we’d be able to pick things up wherever we leave them now because we’re bound by the red thread, and it never breaks!

Update: with his due permission, the photographer is Ananay Agarwal (IG @ananay_agarwal)