friday, 2nd April, 2015
Friday, April 02, 2010
♥ Friday, April 02, 2010
I do not see the sun- it is way too early. Instead, I walk into the office. There is that familiar pile of notes. Adjacent to those notes, a brown file lies precariously. What makes it even more suspect is the two parties named. Two Governments, a dispute and a multimillion dollar contract. It is an allegation on expropriation- which basically means theft. And I happen to represent the thief. The adrenaline hits me and before I know it, I am ploughing away relentlessly at the keyboard.
The working hours are humane today. Either the work is little, or I am becoming way too effective. So work ends at 5pm and in that instance, a lawyer morphs into a husband. It is all a ritual now: springing out the car keys, jogging down the stairs to a flamboyant Aston Martin that is only too eager to be on the road again. The husband moves into the highway and exits right where the rush hour traffic begins. There he is at the entrance of a hospital.
She walks out hurriedly- probably her day was as hectic as his, he has no idea. She looks around and notwithstanding the fact that there is only one silver-two-doored Aston Martin in the whole hospital compound, she fails to notice her husband. He sighs. He drives up. "Oh there he is"- she mouths, with a smile that makes him remember dedicating an entire article to, once- 5 years ago.
And there is an agenda today to be discussed. Couple stuff, really. I show it to her. It reads "flight Departure timing". She is confused and reads further. And she understands and experiences a deja vu. A deja vu because this sounds remarkably like something mentioned a long time ago, probably in a phone conversation. And the itinerary is extensive- from Tokyo to Hawaii to England. She can hardly remember why these specific destinations. The husband looks over, a whole amalgamation of anxiousness, fear and excitement shows in his eyes.
They reach home. A newly built, single storied bungalow. Three puppies greet them. The husband in his usual irritated fashion, brushes them aside to do the dreary and weary task of preparing their dinner. If only there was a maid. And she sits down in front of the dinner table- a spread of salmon, cod and broccoli. Freshly baked from the world famous Italian Chef from two streets down. She takes a photo of a delightful spread. Says her grace. And devours. He settles for the simple- a D24 in the fridge.
After, the husband becomes a cell member with his catholic counterpart. We begin with an acapella- worshipping to the tune of Hillsongs' "This is my desire". And I begin to read off the gospel. And coincidentally, another wave of deja vu hits us with the passage at John 10:10, which says "I have come to give life, and life to the full." I recall what started our journey. I recall what I told her many years ago. I recall to her the words being uttered. And the hilarious circumstances by which we chanced on each other. And in all seriousness, it started with two strangers trying to serve. I tell her that is what makes it incredibly, uniquely, irreplacebly, lovely.