I am Lucky

I was experiencing yet another sleepless night because of a dog howling in the neighbourhood… Sigh, I am reduced to sleeping in the hall with mosquitoes preying on me, AGAIN. What a feast I must have been to them. Yes, I sleep in the hall when my future sister-in-law comes staying over in our place. She is afraid of the dark and so wriggled her way into sleeping with her boyfriend. They actually proposed I sleep in the room and they take to the hall but to allow a full-grown woman to be sprawled across the living room every morning in a night gown didn’t seem to be the greatest of ideas; not to me at least (by night gown I mean those “fugly” colourful ones Indian “aunties” adorn, and sometimes even manage convince themselves that they look good). Especially, what if visitors come knocking on our door in the morning; we could come across inconsiderate if not cruel (by ‘we’ I meant my parents and I; allowing a guest to nap in the hall).  My nights in the living room became inevitable, almost imperative.

One good progress to this whole circumstance, however, is that, I can now escape to my living quarters in the varsity campus I currently pursue my Masters Degree at. My own bed, table, personal space, and absolute freedom; a mere 30 minutes drive across the sea. Unlike those times almost a year ago when I had to sleep in the living room every other day for duration of three months; a short working stint for my future sister-in-law during which she became a paying guest at our place. I was in a bad state, not to mention, an expanding waistline, heartbreak, constant suffocation by my parents to further my education, no source of income, and sleepless nights similar to this one. Things were so bleak then; my future, my life, my goals. All that seemed to matter at that point of time was the predicament I was in; having to force myself to be separated from Mr. P. Gosh; he still seems to be popping up isn’t he???

I called Metro Me a yesterday evening and was so glad to hear his voice. I related to him my latest revelation and spoke to his Canadian friend; they were preparing for exams together. Metro Me has never been this composed and collected, never in the 10 years I have known him has he exuded such calmness. Metro Me was never the person to ponder things over and rationalise over and over again. He was always full of certainties in a very uncertain way that others’ may perceive to be disconcerting, annoying almost. Alas, Cookies and Cakes, Metro Me and Hdaran never made up “others”; which is why the three of us probably bonded so well together. We saw each other for the persons we were instead of the norms and conformities society, in general, throws at people. Well into interests that dumbfounded most of our peers, we were always in a class of our own, or probably more like in a world of our own; a confusing mixture of ill-fitting equilibriums.

Metro Me had this way of reassuring me that I wasn’t all that hopeless; not in recent events but even way back when we were 17 and young. He has always admired my tenacity and tolerance, something even Cookies and Cakes found to be astounding. He told me that I should give myself a pat on the back for even going to such heights for the person I loved. Rest assured, hearing his voice always gave me an inner vigour, that I can, or rather SHOULD, get up and face whatever it is that lies ahead. Even if Metro Me HAS mellowed down tremendously, he will always be the person I look to when I am picking myself up. Always have… My deepest falls and struggling back on to my feet has always seen Metro Me and Cookies and Cakes on either side. Metro Me always shoving my feet to take steps one after another and CnC always leading the way.

My salutations to the two souls whom have departed love and care without any expectations; Metro Me and Cookies and Cakes, after everything we've been through, all we can only do is grow up without growing apart. Agreed??? 

Lucky

Jason Mraz feat. Colbie Caillat

Do you hear me,
I'm talking to you
Across the water across the deep blue ocean
Under the open sky, oh my, baby I'm trying
Boy I hear you in my dreams
I feel your whisper across the sea
I keep you with me in my heart
You make it easier when life gets hard

I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again
Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

They don't know how long it takes
Waiting for a love like this
Every time we say goodbye
I wish we had one more kiss
I'll wait for you I promise you, I will

I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again
Lucky we're in love every way
Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed
Lucky to be coming home someday

And so I'm sailing through the sea
To an island where we'll meet
You'll hear the music fill the air
I'll put a flower in your hair
though the breezes through trees
Move so pretty you're all I see
As the world keeps spinning round
You hold me right here right now

I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again
I'm lucky we're in love every way
Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed
Lucky to be coming home someday

Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooooh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

I love you both and no matter where we end up, we shall sail someday, back home to the island we have always met…