A Year Gone By

Most days of our lives are insignificant. They pass without any stress, without registering any significant memories. But a few days leave their mark, forge a memory that is hard to wipe out, leave you with sweet-bitter taste and those are the ones you remember. Today is one of them …

I’m awful at remembering birthdays and anniversaries, yes, even with Facebook, I find it tough to keep pace. However, I remember, this day last year, I woke up late than I had wanted and shrugged of the hangover. I pulled out my favourite sky blue shirt and dark blue pants to go with it, crisply ironed. Polished shoes, laptop bag and jet-washed black pulsar, occasion – a travel writing workshop.

I love writing but that is not why I went there. No one can teach you how to write, but they can tell you what to write, where to sell it and they can put you in touch with people with the interests as yours. And as a matter of fact the workshop did put me in touch with someone I would have otherwise never met.

I knew half the people in the room, half of the remaining weren’t remotely approachable and I don’t remember the rest. But it really didn’t matter once She casted a look and offered me a seat and then blatantly copying her email and then graduating to ask her number and eventually asking her out follow, which is why I know remember today last year…

What followed after that deserves another post and a different platform.
A year later, a lot has changed. There is small real estate permanently booked in my brain for the beautiful time spent and lasting memories forged. What hasn’t is- I still don’t know what I expect from each day and each new experience I am about to embrace. I’m equally clueless about what next six months of my life would bring, where would I be next year this day, whom will I celebrate my next birthday with.
And as in-flight light go dim, rubber burns the tarmac, I feel that jerk and push back in my seat & my horizon tilts, I just soak it all in…what has passed and fill my lungs with a deep nostalgic breath for what awaits on the other side

Is it Just Me?

When you are waiting for a moment, waiting for a decision, or waiting for someone or just waiting for something to happen…while pretty life stealthily passes you by and all you can focus on is the painstaking wait and a few run of the mill hurdles which now all of sudden seems like mountains.

You tend to deploy day dream, self consoling and all other forms of distraction to get you by. And there is always the classic remedy, looking back at your past,

In my case, the long walk by marine drive in the stormy weather before results, deep breath before jumping into the sea prior to the sea swimming competition, clearing of throat before answering the German official at the embassy, the pause before asking her ‘so what do you say?,’ getting on the flight after a sleepless night and looking out of the window for the reassuring sunrise…

You tell yourself, it has always worked out. You had no way but one to go and doors opened, people nodded, you were able to be at the place at the right time, so it will be…

I wonder, if in situations such as these we only tend to think of the times when ‘we did actually make it’ and filter out all the rest or did all of you always made it…you know when it mattered to you the most…

Neo