Start of something good...

I've been in London for a little less than two months... and without any outside interference, have been left to stew with my own thoughts and a few facts have become surprising clear...

 

Sherlock said, Life is infinitely stranger that anything the mind of man could invent... and I agree wholeheartedly...

 

Now that I have a sufficient number of years behind me, a few decades if you must know, I can speak of things from my own experience and if I've learnt anything it is,

 

1) Things eventually work out, most things that bother you now, you won't remember five years down the line, even if you wrote about it, trust me, I wrote about some things here, cryptically of course (I used to have a loyal following then, viz. friends, office colleagues, relatives, random stranger, the neighbourhood dog etc. all hooked to my online rantings), my logic then being, since this is a life- changing incident, I will remember it even in my dotage and honestly its less than five years to that date and for the life of me I can't remember what it is that I wrote about...

 

2) I'm something of a magnet for people with problems, being the kind who will always be a shoulder to cry on... my dad always tells me, 'Everyone turns to you for a shoulder to cry on, when will you find yourself a shoulder to cry on?'. He was of course, referring to the many nocturnal calls I get from my girl friends who at that time were going through shit in their respective married lives and turned to me in their time of need... I patiently listened and to my eternal shame I admit that I let their rantings influence me and am guilty of painting every man I met with the same brush as their husbands...

Now that I've got this off my chest, I've decided to try and change my outlook towards life and put myself out there a little so I can see how the world reacts to my tentative attempts to re-connect with my fellow beings. As a tentative step I tried to strike a conversation with the maid who cleans my apartment, I live in a serviced apartment and the maid come every Monday, this being a bank holiday Monday I actually met her in person. I had just got out of bed when she arrived and was in the process of making myself some tea, tentatively I asked her if she would like some. She politely declined saying she had just had breakfast, this being the first flat on her cleaning rounds.

From there on we just hit it off, Ausra (meaning dawn) is from Lithuania. When I told her I'm from India, she just went into raptures about India. Apparently her cousin was over in India the week before last and loved it... expect for the fact that it was too hot. I don't blame her cousin, the summer heat is something I myself haven't got used to in spite of the fact that I'm born and raised in India, coming from the cold climes of Europe it must have been positively stifling for her cousin. We chatted about this and that as she went about her job and parted as friends...

I don't know why, but I just feel very good after this small interaction... hopefully its the start of something of good...