Wouldn't a wasted minute become a wasted hour, wasted hours become wasted days? Where would she have been now if she hadn't been doing, what - sipping tea with an old friend? Stuck in traffic jams, reading the local paper, standing in a supermarket queue, washing clothes; dishes, mopping the floors of a crowded household... I thought it would be best to avoid thinking of how my angel's life would have been draining into these moments.
I stood up to leave the tea cup in the sink. Angel crossed my way to grab the cup and leave it in the sink. I needed to freshen up. Take a shower, after the long journey, and get some rest. She took me to the guest room, upstairs and guided me to familiarise the taps and switches. Out of the shower i get back into my room for the night. Uncertain of what will happen next, I decided to lie down in bed and stretch myself, a bit.
I open my duffel bag and unpacked a parcel I had carried all the way.
She was back in the room after she had put away the milk, the fruits, the cakes and the cat food. She struggled to slide the two pizza's into an already crowded fridge.
The music from my hand-held device played a rejuvenating piano recital. Fantasia no. 2 in D minor by Telemann was progressing with a charcteristic signature as played by my angel.
Images of the last concert I witnessed when the whole audience turned against me came running into my mind. I must have been mindless, that day. The untintentional disruption created such a flutter and my angel was the only one who felt happy about the whole thing. We were meeting after a long time. Years after I introduced her into piano lessons. The piano teacher's initial remark still sounded loud in my ears - "She's got talent, she'll go places." The first TV show gave her unprecedented recognition and a people came to believe that western music is, after all, anyone to pursue. It was not just anyone to pursue. One needs talent - you need dedication, and commitment. My angel was full of that. and she got what was just and due to her.
Travelling with angel was turning out to be a very pleasant experience. She had an enquiring mind of a teenager waiting to grow up. She was so curious about many things that crossed her eyes and ears. She would carelfully listen to every word of explanation and remember that for the rest of her life. Her presence was turning out to be such a pleasurable experience.
Wherever she went, minutes seemed like hours and hours like days! Pain was slowly turning out to be the feeling whenever there was separation. It was such a new feeling for me. Why me?
After all these years! I have never been through this, before. She is such a darling. She would pay extra attention to be careful, not to hurt my feelings in any way. Not a word, not a deed. She is such a sweet thing. Not a day would pass without a flash of her image in my mind. I knew that this was evolving into a very unusual and special relationship - yet to be defined! Suddenly I feel at a loss. I began to miss her, even though she is so near to me.
She's become so dear to me as well!
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