Just heard from someone I’d crushed on, after 8 years. Someone whose 500cc Enfield coloured the sound of Enfields for me, forever after.
Just heard that 8 years ago he had fallen in love, over an incident I’d forgotten involving Band-Aid and “the pleasure of your healing touch”.
Just heard he got married this January.
Just heard he had to, because “I couldn’t find myself a girl, so my aunt did that and got me married”.
Just heard he sold his studly bike.
Just heard he wished he had taken me on a longer ride way back then, and was kicking himself that he hadn’t.
Just realised, that three and a half years ago, his interview in a magazine on the woman of his dreams, which I’d read with envy and wistfulness, was probably about...
Just wondered, yet again, how fate works.
Just realised, I’m grateful. Else I wouldn’t be here.
Such a much better place to be in, blogging about the non-incidence of it, na?