Another Saturday. Tuckkk.. early morning knock. Neighbour John smiles. “Al Vidha. We are shifting to a new place. Bye.” Yesterday, the only other neighbour I know, Parag, had shifted to Dubai where rents are falling. That leaves me alone again. The Parags had been very supportive.
Zip my lip for one hour and I may be dead. Solitary confinement is the last punishment I ever expected in life. Today happened to be one such day when loneliness struck like a thunderbolt. The couple of friends I know have gone on vacation. I should never have put on the cassette player. The “500 miles away from home” song was too touching. I don’t want to tell you the truth, well, what secret with you, my dear ones. I did cry for a second.
That much enough for the negative sentiment. You know me well now. The challenge is to bring back the smile. By night when I am writing this post, I had succeeded.
Simple. Remember MT, the Canadian college student I had mentioned once? Yesterday, when I went online I caught her on chat. Hey, I want a short piece for our newspaper, I told her. She said it’s 4.30am in Canada. She had just got up after going to bed late studying, but within 20 minutes I had the piece on my email. Salaam dear. Like my blog friend Deepak Acharya says, look at Mickey Rourke. I kept recollecting such hardworking people. Back on roll. Kept myself busy.
And evening I went to City Centre mall bookshop as usual to grab something nosy for you. Once in the book stall, my eyes reach for psychiatry and body, spirit, mind, motivation section. Grabbed a few lines for you. Have to keep it for the next post, lest this becomes too long. Take care. Even if you are forced to cry, never say die. No giving up. I am with you just like you are with me.