Musing; Live. Eat. Love.
She had a wonderful time at the club. She had danced with abandon, forgetting the burden she got there with. Guy had had a slow start. She understood. He could not wrap his head around what she was passing through. She had been careful not to betray anything to her friends.
They had believed she was having a blast. They thought she was the queen of the castle. Some envied her. Some had even wished to have homes like hers. She always silently countered their wishes and verbally told them to draw their own template for their homes. Some didn't understand. They thought she was rubbing it in their faces. She could understand why the would feel like that. After all the trips she was making outside the country? Who would not have thought she was living the dream life?
She concentrated on the good time she was having. Holding on to every second, carefully saving every detail in her memory. These would see her through the unhappy days, pull her through the lonely days, light up the dark nights. She was not going to taint this time with thoughts of what was not working. After exhausting herself on the dance floor, she told Guy she was ready to sit and just enjoy the music. He walked her to their table. They had swapped roles tonight. She was usually the less chatty one, the quiet one. He was the life-of-the-party kind of person. He took sunshine with him wherever he went. Tonight, she was the talker, he was the listener.
They called for drinks and sipped on them as they waited for their food orders to get ready. She decided to lighten the mood.
"How's your babe?"
"She's sitting right before me", he answered. She laughed.
"Go jor. That's not what I mean and you know it."
"Then you better realize you're the only one I call Babe. No one else shares that name with you."
"Seriously? Please, don't let anyone start trailing me around. I beg of you." They both laughed. Mirth had started flowing freely again between them. That was what she wanted. She liked it.
"Now, on a serious note, how's that lady you told me about?"
"She's married now." Her jaw hit the floor.
"I didn't see that coming. Married?! What happened?"
"She couldn't wait for me."
"Awww. I'm so sorry. I thought you both looked good together, from the picture at least."
"Don't believe all pictures." She leaned close to him and gave him a quick hug.
"You'll be fine. You're a great guy."
"Whao! I should quote that on paper and frame it. That's massive endorsement." Another round of laughter.
They were quiet for some minutes. They both were thinking about their lives. They were not doing so badly, they seemed to be on the paths they had planned to walk. She had hit a major speed breaker, but she was still alive. What was that saying about life and hope?
"You know, life was never meant to be a horizontal linear." She said.
"How do you mean?" he responded.
"When the heart is being monitored on a cardiometer, the upward and downward strokes assures the caregivers that the person is alive and they look forward to their recovery. The moment the cardiograph drops to a straight line, with no surge, hope is extinguished. We need the highs and the lows in life. They define and shape us."
"Sage!"
"You're not serious."
"Hmn, but you're right. Very right."
The waiter brought their trays at that moment. The smell of barbecued meat, soup and spice filled the air around them. Her tummy grumbled on cue.
They dug into their food.
They had believed she was having a blast. They thought she was the queen of the castle. Some envied her. Some had even wished to have homes like hers. She always silently countered their wishes and verbally told them to draw their own template for their homes. Some didn't understand. They thought she was rubbing it in their faces. She could understand why the would feel like that. After all the trips she was making outside the country? Who would not have thought she was living the dream life?
She concentrated on the good time she was having. Holding on to every second, carefully saving every detail in her memory. These would see her through the unhappy days, pull her through the lonely days, light up the dark nights. She was not going to taint this time with thoughts of what was not working. After exhausting herself on the dance floor, she told Guy she was ready to sit and just enjoy the music. He walked her to their table. They had swapped roles tonight. She was usually the less chatty one, the quiet one. He was the life-of-the-party kind of person. He took sunshine with him wherever he went. Tonight, she was the talker, he was the listener.
They called for drinks and sipped on them as they waited for their food orders to get ready. She decided to lighten the mood.
"How's your babe?"
"She's sitting right before me", he answered. She laughed.
"Go jor. That's not what I mean and you know it."
"Then you better realize you're the only one I call Babe. No one else shares that name with you."
"Seriously? Please, don't let anyone start trailing me around. I beg of you." They both laughed. Mirth had started flowing freely again between them. That was what she wanted. She liked it.
"Now, on a serious note, how's that lady you told me about?"
"She's married now." Her jaw hit the floor.
"I didn't see that coming. Married?! What happened?"
"She couldn't wait for me."
"Awww. I'm so sorry. I thought you both looked good together, from the picture at least."
"Don't believe all pictures." She leaned close to him and gave him a quick hug.
"You'll be fine. You're a great guy."
"Whao! I should quote that on paper and frame it. That's massive endorsement." Another round of laughter.
They were quiet for some minutes. They both were thinking about their lives. They were not doing so badly, they seemed to be on the paths they had planned to walk. She had hit a major speed breaker, but she was still alive. What was that saying about life and hope?
"You know, life was never meant to be a horizontal linear." She said.
"How do you mean?" he responded.
"When the heart is being monitored on a cardiometer, the upward and downward strokes assures the caregivers that the person is alive and they look forward to their recovery. The moment the cardiograph drops to a straight line, with no surge, hope is extinguished. We need the highs and the lows in life. They define and shape us."
"Sage!"
"You're not serious."
"Hmn, but you're right. Very right."
The waiter brought their trays at that moment. The smell of barbecued meat, soup and spice filled the air around them. Her tummy grumbled on cue.
They dug into their food.
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