Essay: Accidents of Life

Annesha Pramanik shares a personal essay that oscillates between love, longing and the power of healing.

When it comes to you, I seem to have been cornered into the choice of remaining silent. Not born out of frustration, or tiredness or disinterest. But out of respect for the singular moment in time when I discovered that under the easy flowing conversations, the jokes and the work partnership,  I had wandered too far into the forest of your being with no visible trail back to my old self. Dived too far into the ocean of tenderness with graceful, gliding movements, which now made thrashing at the surface to stay afloat unnecessarily effortful.

          Under the circumstances,  silence and distance feel right. 

         I feel relieved about the work role transition which will take me away from your daily presence. Better to understand this well before making any decisions.