One hot summer night, as I was rolling around in bed, waiting for the electricity to come back, I could hear the wind outside my window. Sometimes in between, it would even enter the room through the open windows, ruffle the curtains, touch upon my feet and retreat. The small touch left me wanting for more of it, inside the hot, suffocating room. I was tired and irritated after a long day and just wanted a little more breeze so I could get some sleep.
As I was wishing for more, I started thinking about how the wind had entered my room in the first place? I live in a slightly older suburb of a bustling city in India. The houses in this part of the city are back to back; one wall higher than the other; one window opening into another wall. The wind would have had to take so many twists and turns to have even made it to my window. And it would have been so strong, so determined to reach me and be able to touch my feet. Even though every wall of every house would have slowed it down, it didn’t give up till it found me. I took a deep breath and wished I was like the wind – strong, determined, and refreshing. As soon as this thought came to my mind, another came in almost at the same time. A thought that made me sit up and smile.
I realized I had someone in my life who was just like the wind, and coincidentally, or probably by design, named after the wind too – Pavan, my husband. Those who have known my husband will agree with me 200%. He is like a breath of fresh air, full of energy, optimism and a never give up attitude. He is known to find his way through the toughest of situations and reach his goal no matter how many walls stand in between.
On his birthday, this blog goes for him!! Keep flying and reaching your goals! We love you more than words can tell.
You are the wind beneath all our wings!