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