We’ve celebrated 14 of your 28 birthdays together. You know, that does make us seem like an old couple? Since we’ve been a real couple only for the last 6 years, your friendship reigns your love by 2 years. Okay, why am I talking about us being a couple again?? This was supposed to be your birthday post and I was not supposed to talk about myself! Bah, had I mustered a brave core and gotten two good sentences out of my mouth without crying an ocean yesterday, we could’ve averted this nullity altogether. Right?
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I’m currently wearing dust, stuffed boxes and an almost empty home for now. I will miss living here so so much. When I moved to the US two years ago, I had no idea how to do what. I was fighting a bad jet lag, missing home, learning how to cook and shopping like a lunatic every weekend. So, it took me 3-4 months to put things together. But not anymore, I’ve dirtied and cleaned my home like a million times already. So, I know the drill. Phew, dragging my husband out of the bed to start packing took me an hour this morning, but we are having so much fun!!
Black, beautiful and daunting. Words that perfectly describe who you are.
Will you promise me something? Promise to keep all my secrets safe? You know it all, don’t you? Although you were born in the US, you’ve been raised by an Indian household, baby. Indian classical music and Rahman’s pieces have an effect on you like no other arousing you to challenge everyone around you, Fast & Furious style. I sure hope I’ve helped you develop a decent taste in music, then?
You are my second home, a shelter when I walk out the door in fury, lending me a shoulder to cry on. Always.
Bitching about abrasive downpours will feel so incomplete without your company now. And oh remember our near death experience? You stepped up and saved me from the wrath of caustic danger by taking it all on yourself. Instead of demanding care and attention for your wounded coheres, you bragged of your warrior like scars.
36,000 miles is how far we’ve come, but I still don’t want to say goodbye. But this is it, J. You and I. You have to move on and find a new home and be just as good. OK?
So long my lovely, J. So long.
But wait. We have one last trip back home still. Come, let’s hold hands and sing our favorite song in chorus with the nimbuses just the way you like it, loud and fast. You ready?
Is it just me or does nature overwhelm every one else as well? I am spamming my FB friends every other week because I simply cannot resist sharing. I mean you have to see it to believe it. The photos do no justice btw, but I keep trying.
Clouds may not have been camera’s best friend, but they sure as hell made my every step seem like a glamorous movie set of some sort. I was tempted to hold my skirt by it’s sides like a little girl and do a spin every other minute. Pure bliss I tell you.
This is one of those road trips that we’ll reminisce even 50 years from now. The stay, the view, the travel and the company has set a pretty high standard for those to come.
Four more weeks before the Sun takes off on his 6 month long vacation bidding farewell to it’s loyal devotees spurring me to- curse the heck out of winter on my bone chilling drives to work every morning, envelop behind coats and woolen like an 80 year old, OD on coffee, gleefully enjoy that ‘one’ snow day in Seattle and force a certain friend of mine to make Pakoras for me.
For now, I’ll leave you all with these. Mt. Rainier – you are magical.