“Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies”
People said we reminded them of this famous saying, but I never fully understood why they did so until I experienced these days in my own life.
It was the mid-twentieth century. All of the men had returned from the war except for the one who I adored the most in the world. The love of my life had not come back and I spent every passing second praying for his safe arrival.
People may say that I am mistaken, but I have always felt a deep spiritual connection with Dave. Whenever he was in pain, I do not know how, but I knew it before he would even tell me. Even in the times when we were barely able to afford ourselves, the thought of us separating had never crossed my mind. And I believe that the connection within our souls was something that kept us together.
I still remember the day he said goodbye. We had spent the day strolling in the fields, talking endlessly. The thing I loved the most about him was that he was not like other men. Unlike the rest, he respected women and held them as equals, and took the utmost pride in it. He was irreplaceable.
The years of war were tough. I had woven countless sweaters for the men of the war to protect them against the cold waters of the Indian Ocean. Sweater after sweater was woven in hope that one would eventually reach Dave and protect him against the cold winds. All these years, I had the hope of his safe arrival back home. I could not imagine my life without him.
It was the Friday morning of mid-May. I woke up with my heart pounding against my ribs, so chaotically that I could clearly hear it.
I drank a glass of water, but my heart kept throbbing against my chest. I knew something was wrong; I felt that Dave was in danger. Without a second thought, I grabbed my coat and ran barefoot towards the nearest army deployment area. Seeing me run in such a miserable condition, two officers hurried towards me and started questioning. I told them that something was wrong with the area where Dave was deployed, but of course, they did not pay heed to me and assumed me as yet another traumatized wife.
I looked around and to my relief, I found Alex, a close friend of ours. Seeing the horrified look on my face, he came straight to me and I practically begged him to ensure that Dave was safe and sound.
Finally, he agreed.
After a few calls to several deployment areas, they found out that the area where Dave was deployed was attacked in the morning by the enemy, secretly. They quickly sent reinforcements, but according to them it was too late and no one survived the attack.
I never believed them. I couldn't.
Something inside of me kept bugging. It told me that even if Dave was suffering helplessly somewhere out in the world, he was still alive. I felt as helpless as he must have been feeling. Regardless, life around me continued, except that I was now responsible to run all the errands Dave used to run - I had to leave the confines of my house every day and had to fight the tormenting stares of the women in my neighbourhood, because in those days, a working woman was very much looked down on in society.
Days crawled by and there was still no sign of Dave. I spent two years in solitary and felt all alone with no one to back me up emotionally. I had no support from people, and society left no stones unturned to convince me to find another man. The cruel world made me suffer even more, but all was worth it.
My heart gave me hope and I was living on it. During my journeys, I was constantly stared at by men who made me extremely uncomfortable, but made me fall in love with my husband even more, who never failed to protect me against the evil stares.
It was a usual day for me. I was feeding the chicken until I saw a man approaching me, weakly shouting my name, who suddenly dropped to the ground.
I rushed for help until I saw his face...
I stumbled over and fell. It was Dave! I knew he had to come. He had to come for me. I hugged him hard and I hugged him to never let him go ever again.
Dave’s face looked miserable. His face vividly showed all the sufferings he had been through. During the war, he had been held hostage and his journey home had been one of pain and suffering.
All this time taught me the importance of love between two individuals. Love is a binding power that establishes a deep connection between the purest form of the two people. This connection is undeniably the connection between the soul of the lovers!