I got an email this week. It took me back to scooty rides with a burst tire in the middle of a busy road, my first birthday card on a birthday outside of home and many many fresh memories. A classroom of ‘I believe in’ lists- which was the sole reason for my choice of about me on this blog .
We grow into different people as we grow up, and like an isolated page on my memory book from a stressful June of 2004, we leave some people believing that they made us an iota better than we were.
I looked through the ‘I believe in’ list today, it still reminded me of ‘me’ coming in late (and never actually on the written list).
When I’m not pretending I’m all grown up, I still yearn to believe in angles (in radians and degrees). Okay, maybe unicorns is a stretch now :-). Aber, mit people who I find peace with I still look at the menu and order warm milk. I do not know if it’s random or deterministic.
For the life of me, I can’t understand why we ate Chinese food together in Nasik (I can’t stand Chinese food). I don’t know if I disliked difficult conversations more than the ones we never had ( I hated waiting for all the unanswered emails till I got used to them).
Und noch, when I have a rough day, I walk alone and take a moment to look up the sky and find my star, and I wonder if I’d find you, doing that too.
For the girl whose sole wish was to one day have space to read ‘these things’ together again. From the person who went through concrete emailed emotions from a discrete time.