Falling Into Place
The past month has been the headiest, most action-packed time of my life. My life has been heaving me higher than a raft on a choppy sea, and suddenly, nothing is as it used to be.
I think I’ve grown up. I’m a big girl, and I’m embarking on big, scary things… none of which scare me the slightest any more. I suddenly am laughing heartily at myself, and kicking myself hard for being foolish enough to be so scared all this while.
Because sometimes, you do just what’s right for you with no hesitation whatsoever. With no regard (at last!) for what the world may say, because only you know what’s good for you, and you finally know who you are. And then you think it’s so out of character, but it actually is totally in character.
And so, life is going to drastically change. For the better or for the worse, only time will tell. But I will say this much – I’m happier than I have ever been in my entire life.
Wedding stories apart…
So I landed in Bangalore, and got so caught up with the enthusiasm of organizing a wedding. We were rushing from location to location like whirling dervishes, with no time to be still, no time to breathe and certainly no time to waste.
So when he called and asked me for a favour, I was eager to help (because it was him), but I really didn’t see myself doing it till after the wedding mania. Please, he said, I need that CD desperately – I need that creative for a client. Would you definitely pick it up for me on Saturday, then?
So I said yes, and continued with just a little extra zing at having heard his voice, and very, very pleased that I could actually do something for him.
The day after the wedding, his colleague promptly called, and we arranged to meet at one of the clubs. (Aside: This colleague is a seven-footer… his legs are my height!) And so we ordered coffee, generally chit-chatting, and talking about the non-essentials, till I mentioned the creative. He nearly spat his drink out. “Creative?? Oh hell yea, it’s creative.” He sputtered, pushed his chair back, and strode to his car, as I struggled to keep up with this gigantic laughing man. And he threw open the back door.
Twenty three long-stemmed red roses, interspersed with baby’s breath, held together with cellophane paper, and bound with red satin. “Because you’re a sweetheart”, the card read.
I don’t think I’ve still managed to regain my breath. And yes, he is very, very, very hot.
