of love and luggage..

Of the many strange things in life which continue to baffle me,the most srange is the total nonrecognition of one’s own luggage at the airport luggage belt..as I watched for the umpteenth time,suitcases and duffel bags and cartons tumbled on the conveyer belt,going round and round and round sloowwly,I realized that the magnitude of the philosophical uncertainity I experience when trying to retrieve my own luggage,is astounding.bags which have lived in my house for years,jostling for space with other old bags and occasionally falling out at my feet or on my head from wherever I’ve stuffed them,take on a utterly uncharecterstic dignity.they sit ,bloody majestically,daring the wrong person to touch them.time and again,I see people dart up to the belt,dragging of a recaltraint piece of baggage,only to plop it back on,red in the face at their mistake,while smirkingly the baggage moves on.

I have stayed,frozen in one spot,my eyes on a bag which has the same colouring as mine,but which looks so utterly foreign and threatening that I daren’t touch it.not until it has completed 3 agonisingly slow rounds,that I can summon up the courage to drag it out.seeing my name on the label makes me feel relieved and tearfully grateful to the universe.once I complained to the authorities that I have lost my luggage.i was asked whether the single bag going around forlornly isn’t mine and I strenuously denied ownership.not until the bag was taken off and my name on the label pointed out to me by supercilious authority types did I believe its mine.true story

I recently shifted out of my hostel into an apartment kind of place..its kind of rustic and has lots of red ants and baby frogs and tiny lizards.the reason for putting up with infant amphibians and reptiles and the insect kindom,are the amazing number of trees around.green,lush,fierce,untamed trees..also the terrace is lovely.granted that ive not found the time to enjoy either the trees or the terrace..but what the heck..one lives in hope

once upon a time my heart betrayed me.it broke and along with it ,broke all my dreams.i dont believe it was anyone's fault..it just was.but there is no denying that the aftermath left behind pain and tears and worse,disillusionment.i thought life was over.that i will never love again,will never really live again.

Then i met him..he just was,at the beginning..did not register on me much,except that he rubbed me the wrong way ...and still made me laugh..and then,one day,i realised that there was more laughter and fun than there has been in a long while..part of it was the new place,new friends,doing what i had always wanted to do..but most of it was him..and suddenly i was looking forward to tommorow again..

He is amazingly funny and intelligent.tall,charming and lazy,laid back and calm,stubborn and hot tempered and generous.sexy smile,innocent eyes.exasperating and adorable,occasionally both at once.but above and beyond that,he is good. Not just nice,but good.he gave me back the biggest gift anyone could have given me.he gave me back myself.and do you know,I don’t think he even knows that.he makes the world bright and warm ..he makes the worst of days bearable,because he is there to groan and bitch with...not he kind of love like before,but none the less deeper for all that.sweeter ,gentler,..and this time around the quick twist in my heart is more pleasure than pain.he made me believe in love again,in dreams again…in happiness again,…in tommorow again...i will end with the words of a famous actress,which exactly sums up what i have rediscovered about life.

“I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles.”