March 23, 2009

the big picture

i never forgot this journal, like i would never forget an old friend.

priorities changed, that’s all. the fibromyalgia is worse, stubborn as ever. my toddler keeps me busy all day – except for the two hours that i force him to sleep every afternoon. it is the only time i have to fill blank pages with words. it is painfully slow, considering the limitations. but i have got up to 17,000 words so far. another 60-63,000 and i might have the manuscript for a novel. my first. in the meantime i hope, that i can finish the thesis for my phd as well. i move on from one word to the next, from one day to the next, grateful for every thought and every moment. and of course, thankful for the miracles, and life’s many surprises. one of them happened last week.

she found me.

after 18 long years of silently waiting, not knowing where she had disappeared, last wednesday, my inbox contained an email with one half-line that said: viji here, you remember. reply if you remember.

it was 6am when i read that line. athri – who is now being potty-trained – was dancing without unlocking his knees, amma kakkooooos…remove nappy pleeeeaaaase…waiting for me to put him on his potty-toilet-seat. the milk was on the gas ready to spill over. praveen was in germany all week. i acted fast, not-feeling, numb. but wherever i moved, the line followed. viji here, you remember. i had thought it was just me, not able to forget her, narrating to people… i had this best friend in school you know. we used to sit on the same bench, for almost three years. after the tenth standard, she just disappeared. i don’t know what must have happened…i wrote her many letters. something must have gone wrong. i just hope she is safe… and then out of the blue, to hear a voice that is telling me: she knew! she knew! all these years, she also didn’t forget.

despite the five-and-half-hour time difference, we exchanged about 16 emails that day. we laughed and we cried. we spoke on the phone and realised we didn’t really remember each other’s voice at all. we laughed again. five days later now, i feel humbled. strangely at peace. from my big window, i see the clouds floating gently, without a sound, making way for the sun. and i know why.

we are but a tiny speck in the universe. our lives, tiny jigsaw puzzles. like the clouds in the sky, the moments in our life are the pieces of that puzzle, suspended in space and time. and sooner or later, like the words on this journal, like good old friends and soulmates, the pieces will all come together again. they just have to…

it is all part of the bigger picture.

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  • Sukanya said:

    I went through the same experience a year ago. My situation eerily similar to yours. Lost touch after class 10, so many letters, so many pre-www searches to no avail and then last year, after 20 years…there was an email.

    Thankyou for putting what you felt in words and so beautifully……it was what I felt too…
    :-)



  • Raji said:

    Hello Radhika,

    I am not sure whether you have tried alternative therapies for fibromyalgia but there have been advances in complementary therapies recently in dealing with fibromyalgia. A couple of them that come to mind is Acupressure, EFT etc. Just thought of pointing out.

    Thanks
    Raji



  • A said:

    Dear Radhika,
    Get better soon.
    I often wondered as to why there were no updates on your journal and then remembered the Novel you are attempting. Good luck with that. Hope you complete it soon. I still haven’t been able to find The Map of Me, I tried in all bookstores in Bangalore. I’m itching to get my hand on it(any clue where I can find it here?).

    Good friends are so hard to get, I remember losing touch and then finding them all again thanks to Orkut. Your post brings back good old memories.



  • rads said:

    This post touched me in more ways than one. Wishing you the very best in everything you do. *hug



  • Just Someone said:

    HI,

    Maybe this link will help you:

    http://www.webmd.com/living-with-fibro/default.htm

    I am just a reader who liked reading what you write :-)

    God bless!



  • rocksea said:

    that is so heartwarming to know that you got your friend back after so many years! all wishes for finishing the novel and the thesis :)



  • Deepa said:

    Are you the Radhika Nair who studied in Grammar School, Hyderabad?


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