“The emperor fell ill and was confined in the Agra fort by his own son who took over the power. Everyday, trough the balcony and from the distance, the emperor looked at the Taj Mahal where his beloved wife was resting in peace.”
After visiting the Taj Mahal we when for a quick walk through Agra fort, mostly forcing ourselves to “check it off the list”, because after an entire day of traveling and walking around we were pretty exhausted. However, after coming back home, I was thinking of the story around the Taj Mahal and the Agra Fort and how beautiful, deep and also, how sad, it is.
Being separated from the one(s) you love can be pretty sad, but in my experience I find it really exhausting. It’s like my mind and my heart are working extra every single day thinking and missing someone or something, and it simply drains my energy. I have experienced long distance relationships (romantic wise), and during my time in India, I have experience long distance with family and friends. What I find funny, is that I left my hometown at 17, and the relationship with my parents never felt quite “long-distance”. We would call each other once a week, and see each other every 3 or 6 months. But the minute I moved here, they have been acting like never before. It’s funny how the longer the plane ride, the more you miss somebody. I guess not being able to jump on a plane and being next to me in a matter of minutes scares them a lot. Now they call me twice a day.
“After all, seasons change. So do cities. People come into your life and people go. But it’s comforting to know the ones you love are always in your heart. And if you’re very lucky, a plane ride away”.
What are your experiences with long distance relationships (all kinds)? How living in another country has changed your relationship with others? Leave your thoughts!