Loving through Tears
She is Sunshine -------- I know. She is Music ------- I know. She is Starry Sky ------ I know. She is an Angel -------- I know. I know lots and lots that she is life-breather for me. But, this is the world, a sidhpa (tibetan - Sridpa སྲིད་པ). Anything happens because there are cause, conditions and effects. She is subject to this law; thus she isn't perfect, as much as I am. She, a straightforward and very sensitive soul, gets upset for some matters she placed expectations on. I am definite that she does her part to the extent of her might, and I too try to make things move as that of fluid. Yet even fluids suffer diversion, stagnation, and so on. Just that way, little things like incorrect words, unsound tone, selective hearing, sleepy answer or sometimes no answers, and the like happen. These all spoil her mood. And I feel sad - I don't want her to be feeling down a second, I cannot bear it. Yet, these all happen and she cannot but get irked. If distance isn't be