“यत्र त्वं प्रवाहः, अहं शिला — तत्र स्नेहः नित्यं प्रवहति।”

A Journey of Companionship.

I am this outcrop of migmatite,
transformed, metamorphosed by the hardships of life—
on a barren land.
With distinct light and dark bands—
leucosome and melanosome—
each a mark of the experiences at hand.
Ancient, solid, hardened and deformed.

Then one day, the skies roared,
the Earth shifted, and the floor quaked.
Some rocks rose, while I was cast down.
A valley came to being—
and then came, She.

She was the river, water flowing around me.
Clear and pristine, steady in her course,
turning golden under the early morning sun.
In summer, she ran cold,
sometimes turning milky, veiling secrets within.
When the rains came, she grew muddy, turbid, restless—
filled with chaos, she was relentless.
In the monsoons, she raged,
overflowing with overwhelming force.
Yet I remained—solid, unscathed.
Such was my being with my wife.

I was there, and she flowed around me.
She accompanied me, accommodated me—
every day, every week, each year.
And so the times passed.

Land once barren, now covered in grass.
Along came animals, for they were parched.
Birds sang in melody as she flowed with grace.
There was ample for every spirit.

Little did I know, in all those eons in my oasis,
I had grown smoother, my surface worn by her touch.
My jagged edges erased, my rigid lines now curved.
Though I remained her basement, her bedrock,
some parts of me had flowed with her,
carried gently in her endless rhythm.

Cradled by time, we remain—
one grounding, one flowing;
inseparable in soul.

Dedicated to the quiet strength of companionship, and the gentle force of love that shapes us.