There is a geography of psychology. As one journeys through life's situations, here and there, the terrain changes dramatically.. I have been seeing the foreshadowing of a tall mountain. A mountain of Regret.
I am gonna start writing this blog again so that I remind myself, life with all its jerks and sashays have been as it should have been only. Searching, filling, empanelling it with pins and words of what all were right in the past years of my life. I was so surprised to chance upon my own blog posting years ago when I wrote about Kancheepuram temple in another post and 6 years down the lane here I am living so close to the temple. (Remember, Febna, to write about it and don't forget Srilega's role)
But today, I begin with, I start with Yuki and Schuyler. People I deem my siblings. Married to each other. I was lucky enough to be there for the wedding. To officiate the wedding. Back then, it was a huge travesty that I did. Not going to my husband's brother's wedding but choosing to go to my friends'.
When time and diagnoses passed by, at the tethering end of a divorce, the siblings still remain. And it appears, the story was indeed played right.
Chopsticks, transport the food to our being. Events such as Schuyler and Yuki's wedding and me being in it, was a Chopstick event for me. It was big enough for me to feel that the whole question of Why was I ever in U.S could be answered. To be answered by saying- I was there to humbly witness in the closest proximity of a witness the beauty of a magical union.
No woman like my Yuki-chan. How I missed today the days we spent travelling Nicaragua. Back then did I know, a few years down the lane, I shall be sniffing the air in my memory lanes for the coffee beans we played with. And Schuyler, If I hadnt married Andrew and thereby landing up in that beach in Costa Rica, how would I have been there to see the Milky Way when you showed it to me for the first time?
Indeed. I have passed a good path. The important thing as I write and remember the good time, is not to be greedy and wish I was there stuck in time in those moments still. This geography too shall pass. For, even if my feet turn numb, the earth she rolls. On and On.
