Saturday, July 13, 2013

As I inched into July

I wondered what I did in the first half of the year.

I went to Dubai.
I got a speeding ticket.
I got my first paper accepted at a journal.
I defended my PhD.
I went to Puerto Rico. I traveled San Francisco.
I presented four times at conferences.
I learned 40 words in Spanish.
I found a job.
I met Baby Kalyani’s younger sister.
I met an inspiring traveler and book author whose work I have followed for a while.
I started graying my hair more than I have done before and learned to accept it.
I reviewed a book for a friend who will publish it soon.
I got my photography published at places.
I made a very good friend who at 6-2 is also now my tallest female friend.
I made another good friend I am yet to meet in person, who bakes the most creative cakes, re-establishing my faith that online friendships are not a myth.

Most importantly, I strove to follow the sun within me. Every day.


Thursday, July 11, 2013

Gripping reality

            It was a dinner date that got downgraded to a coffee date for lack of time and opportunity. Nevertheless, it lasted for four hours. Between two cups of French press coffee with an insufferable amount of condensed milk and another cup of tea, conversations happened.

            There were so many tales to be told. Tales about art, paintings, exhibitions, photography, rocket engines, mergers and acquisitions, western music, farms in Hungary and eastern Europe, density ratios, fuel propellants, and camera lenses. Time was on supersonic wings. There is nothing more disheartening than someone constantly checking work emails during a conversation, but it is an unavoidable occupational hazard. Nevertheless, she did her best to look feminine. She even reapplied her lipstick and combed her hair in the restroom that day.

            Soon, it was time to say goodbye. It started pouring, and as she watched the rain pour itself into an already brimming pool, she wondered how this would all end. She would perhaps shake hands, say formal goodbyes, and drive back home nodding her head to her latest favorite milne hai mujhse aayi.

            Her prediction was partially off. That was the first time he hugged her. But not before shaking her hand and saying, “You have a very manly grip.”