Can’t be anything but a Magical Connection…

Was in a cab, heading home when I got a call from SS who was in town for a few hours…smiling, I took his call and as I said hi and looked out of the cab window, I saw ‘amba bhavan’…the south Indian joint that we used to love to meet at for breaker…wow! Always taken aback about how these random things happen…

It happens a lot with ma…she has an uncanny knack for calling me just as I’m thinking of her…which I know some would not find alarming cos I think of her a lot and she calls very often… but really when i’m wondering whether I should buy the pretty skirt and kinda unsure…she’ll call and of course she’d say…’buy it!!!’…

It happens with M…even though we don’t speak and message each other as often as before… he has a sense about when I need to speak to him and just calls to check on me…

It happens with Yuv…I see a photograph that reminds me of him and I’m thinking, I wish he’d call...but he never does…and then on the day that I’m most distressed or miserable, he calls out of the blue…and of course sets things right in my head…

It happens with As…he writes poems that I cannot even begin to describe…he sends them often…almost every other day…and sometimes I read them and am taken aback at how his poems mirror my feelings…and I can almost know how he’s feeling…as though he wrote my thoughts down in the most beautiful manner…

It happens with S…we share a common love for art…especially child art…some kids even think we’re sisters…and we in some ways are…she again has a knack for reaching out to me at the right times…hey S, remember the umbrella??

Its really all about the connection you share with a few select people…or maybe I’m making too much of it…or maybe I like to make too much of these things…what the hell…I shall do exactly that…

I enjoy random little happenings…that may have a perfectly logical explanation but I turn away from that and look at their weird side…look at the randomness as a connection…
Sometimes its best not to analyse everything that happens…best not to have specific boxes that you can fit them into…best to let the magic remain as it is…magical…

I have always had this deep feeling that I am my connections to people…to things…to events…they determine who I am, rather than me determining who or what they are…