She walked into the classroom, with her long braids and glasses and a white coat on top of a yellow salwar.She had my same last name and her first name started with the same letter as my first name. We were together constantly for the next 4 years, to church , to internship out postings. Sitting at the front steps of the Admin building waiting for her mum to come out after meetings.Waving goodbye as her father picked them up to go home. I was already missing her as I walked back alone to the hostel. I cried at her wedding sad that she was going so far away, that she was someone else's and not mine anymore, but also, because I wasn't married yet.
She sat across me in church and immediately covered me under her mama hen feathers. We watched bold and the beautiful and Oprah, licking at a clay pot of spicy fish curry. Her husband slept on the couch as she let me sleep in their one bedroom home on their comfy bed with the air conditioner when I was so sick. She stayed awake most of the time. I cried at my wedding , as she helped me with my saree and makeup, thinking when I would see her again, since I was moving so far away, but also because I was afraid of the change.
She sat opposite me at a friends wedding wearing a black Chinese dress. She gave me a tiny blue CD with her mix of Worship songs,not so long after. We loved window shopping.... not for clothes but for stationary. Cute notebooks. Cute pens. We enjoyed a glass of wine most Fridays when she came for the weekend from another city where she worked. I cried at her wedding, sad that she was going so far away, that she was someone else's and not mine anymore, but also because I swore I wouldn't make friends again.
She walked into church with her tribe and I knew that thing that stirred within was good as well as painful.I stayed away but couldn't for long. 2 years later, a month ago I said good bye. I stop by the covered drum set at church every week and say hi.
She was in a brides gown , as she welcomed me to this new country. I just arrived from Kuwait that morning.
She sat with her new born as I visited her for the first time, tagging along with my husband.
She sat at the piano in the dark corner in church.
All these women and more have added to my life. Have played out their purpose in my life. Some continue to, for which I am thankful.
She sat across me in church and immediately covered me under her mama hen feathers. We watched bold and the beautiful and Oprah, licking at a clay pot of spicy fish curry. Her husband slept on the couch as she let me sleep in their one bedroom home on their comfy bed with the air conditioner when I was so sick. She stayed awake most of the time. I cried at my wedding , as she helped me with my saree and makeup, thinking when I would see her again, since I was moving so far away, but also because I was afraid of the change.
She sat opposite me at a friends wedding wearing a black Chinese dress. She gave me a tiny blue CD with her mix of Worship songs,not so long after. We loved window shopping.... not for clothes but for stationary. Cute notebooks. Cute pens. We enjoyed a glass of wine most Fridays when she came for the weekend from another city where she worked. I cried at her wedding, sad that she was going so far away, that she was someone else's and not mine anymore, but also because I swore I wouldn't make friends again.
She walked into church with her tribe and I knew that thing that stirred within was good as well as painful.I stayed away but couldn't for long. 2 years later, a month ago I said good bye. I stop by the covered drum set at church every week and say hi.
She was in a brides gown , as she welcomed me to this new country. I just arrived from Kuwait that morning.She sat with her new born as I visited her for the first time, tagging along with my husband.
She sat at the piano in the dark corner in church.
All these women and more have added to my life. Have played out their purpose in my life. Some continue to, for which I am thankful.
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