He’s a friend ! In every sense of the word. I’ve written another post years ago on him, a post on my old blog. And I can still find it in me to write more about him.
What matters is that the friendship has stayed. What matters is that there was this one incidence:
I had known him for a brief time through internet and through sparse phone calls. I knew he was married to his love, successful, highly qualified from the best institutes in the world, happy, someone so not my league! Or should I say I was not his league? Oh but then I wasn’t really looking for an affair with him either 🙂 In fact, the image I’ve selected is not even the closest when it comes to how I feel about him even today. If we could grow younger, some day this is what I know he’ll be like 🙂
|Trident and Him|
It so happened that we both traveled – to Delhi and NCR. Separately. From different Cities !
How scared I was, naive as I am, someone who did not know how to go sit alone in a restaurant, didn’t know that straws came packed in their covers, someone who chose the cheapest drink without alcohol on the menu (I couldn’t choose preserved juices even then though :P).
I waited and waited and waited and his meetings kept on getting late and delayed. Every passing minute bugged me to no end, making me jittery, nervous and making me doubt his intention to meet me.
I had imagined a paunchy, balding man (knowing his age was what he claimed it was). And there comes a dandy, without any airs and absolutely no haughtiness 🙂 I’m talking of a man whom I hugged while reaching his chest at the max, when I first met him, with so much trust. A man who hugged me back with uncomparable warmth.
Even today, when I am nervous, fidgety, jittery and impatient while waiting for someone, I remind myself that patience is worth a hug like that and effort is worth a friend like that. I am no longer the woman who gets nervous going anywhere to any establishment anymore. The meeting with you was the beginning of it all.
Thank you for meeting me in Trident that day !
Thank you for being who you are!
©Anupama Garg 2015 December