Time. It hops and skips and leaps ahead of you. Within a year of my move to Los Angeles, time seems to have taken a grip of my heels and thrown me backwards. Over and over again. What with being laid off, losing my apartment, having to spend my savings to be reduced to penury for my dysfunctional second hand Beetle and now the imminent return to India....time challenged me to a marathon it seems to have known I would lose.
In the midst of all this, the one stable and constant source of calm and comfort apart from dear friends and family has been Red. Given how badly I wanted to return to India, it's ironic that one person can make me reconsider the option. We will squabble over it then take comfort from our mutual silence. We will hold hands and walk by the lake. We will meet eye to eye, our breath nestled in our sleep. And when I awake without that hand in mine, I will wonder of the life that I could have and what all I am ready to give up for it.
Here's to you Red. Damn you can be persuasive!
In the midst of all this, the one stable and constant source of calm and comfort apart from dear friends and family has been Red. Given how badly I wanted to return to India, it's ironic that one person can make me reconsider the option. We will squabble over it then take comfort from our mutual silence. We will hold hands and walk by the lake. We will meet eye to eye, our breath nestled in our sleep. And when I awake without that hand in mine, I will wonder of the life that I could have and what all I am ready to give up for it.
Here's to you Red. Damn you can be persuasive!
