Sliding doors

You were wondering how different your life would have been without me here. Well, I have wondered the same. And I cant speak for you, but I can for me.

·        The day of my visa interview, I would have had one less person to pray for and one less reason to be happy about . No one would have called a few minutes before I joined the queue to tell me “I got mine. I am sure you’ll get yours. Try and go to the fat Chinese looking lady on the left if possible.”

·        I would have had one less person to make plans with of what we were gonna do in the US of A.

·        I would have had one less person to say “SD… Adaki vaasi”

·        No one would have told me to go to Express Avenue Lifestyle for awesome discounts.

·        I wouldn’t have had someone to exchange shopping notes with.

·     I wouldn’t have walked into a shop playing a song that would carry me through all my doubts and crying jags for the coming few months.

·        That song would have remained just another Bryan Adams song that I listened to in school instead of the memory it is now.

·        I would never have listened to Owl City Fireflies. Probably.

·        No one would have played a song for me on an instrument we both love.

·        I wouldn’t have had someone to crib to about how doing yoga in low waist jeans is probably a wrong idea in a dumb networking workshop we went to.

·        One less person in my last lunchJ

·        Fewer funny ‘last lunch’ photos to laugh over.

·      One evening when I was wondering if I’d made a decision I would regret for a long time, I would have had no one to call and no one to tell me ‘It happens. Just be careful about your choices.’

·       For the coming few months there would have been no one to be the only person I could tell everything to.

·      Three days after I landed, when I was sitting in a deserted busstop, thirsty, tired from all the walking, yearning for a dose of home, I wouldn’t have gotten a call from an unknown number with a known voice saying “Hey man!”

·      One random day when something someone told me would cause me to completely break down and overcome by doubts, crawl into the egg chair in the Engineering Lounge, turn the opening to the wall and start crying, there would have been no one to be the only person to answer my call, listen to everything I had to say and then tell me to “take 5, listen to an A R Rahman song and then go home and study”.

·       My day would have been complete without any need for a phone call in the night to recap the events of the last 24 hours.

·        One less alarm clock.

·        No one to wish me before every test.

·        No one to stop Anjana and me going for each other’s throats in Chicago.

·        No reason to go to Chicago.

·        No sexy new handbag for my birthday.

·       No one to call after my shopping trip and say “Hey I got a new dress. I am figuring out how to walk in this and I’m probably gonna get arrested for flashing”

·        No one to say “This is US. Shut up and flash.”

·        No one to reminiscence about Saarang with.

·        No one to talk to about sisters and families.

·        No one to remind me that I was not the only one having problems and some people’s lives were even more messed up than mine.

·        No one to tell me to take my time to mope and then chuck him and move on.

·        No one for me to reminiscence school days with.

·        No on to regret the mistakes of said school days with.

·        No one to keep me grounded if I got a little too many likes on some pic/status/post in FB.

·        No one to suffer through the internship process with.

·        No one to decipher the ‘sounds our stomachs make’ with.

·        No reason to look forward to the evening. No reason to jump when the phone rings.

·        No one to understand my mood swings.

·        No one to share my mood swings.

·        No one to call when I had the hottest piece of latest gossip and am bursting to tell.

·        No one to give me even hotter gossip.

·     On an evening when I was walking home from college, when the sky was darkening and the lawns were lit up with candlelight for some special event, and I managed to get myself lost but I wasn’t worried because everything around me was beautiful and my ipod was dying, I would have had no one to call when I was so happy and wanted to share my happiness with.

·        No one for me to admire the second most.

·        No one to be part of my past, my present and most probably and hopefully my future.

·        A thousand fewer memories. Several moments that would have passed mundane.

For the last couple of months I’ve been meaning to write this. Today just happened. To one of my best friends, for when she finally does manage to find her way to my blog, nanbaen da! J