Flowers from the beach

It is almost as if yesterday that I gave her flowers. I never did, in real, when I actually could have. Payal is a friend from twenty years ago. About her, I don’t remember much.

All I know is that she was a good friend. She did get me flowers and that should tell you more than anything about a friendship, right?

Every morning, her father took us to the beach and showed us the changing waves. They never failed to surprise us, getting higher on Monday and lower on a different Tuesday. And, all I see now is the motion, to and fro. To and fro. To and fro.

What must have changed? Did Payal fail to be my friend? Or, me to myself?

Her lilies smelt like the blue candle my mother used to burn during Diwali. Every Diwali, it reminds of the days we watched the sea with the man who taught us the tides. And yesterday, I got the bittersweet gift from my assistant. Lilies from Mary’s.

And, it smells like the ocean in here.

I clicked this photo yesterday, on my way back from the old-age home where my aunt lives. It is taken from the grounds of Nrupatunga Betta, the city’s only mountain within. These times are weird, and it seems like we are getting used to it. Even better, some of us are finding them okay. Be whatever you feel like, I hope you find peace wherever you are.