Finding Zen #1

The Konnection



Another Life




‘There’s no tomorrow. There’s no ‘another life’. I want everything now. In this life’, his words snapped her out of her reverie. But she still did not speak.

They were sitting cooped up in his car, watching the world buzz past them in that same familiar frenzied hurry.
It had started to drizzle….

The pitter patter of raindrops on the car and the sound of the evening traffic made her head play her favorite rain song, like from a distant radio.

She started counting the tiny droplets of rain that were making patterns on the windshield. In between that fraction of moment when they fell and dissolved away, she willed them to fall in the patterns she wished to see them make.

But they did not.

Each little wilful drop fell exactly where it wanted to. Each one stayed whole for exactly as long as it felt like or splattered away like the paint flicked away carelessly from a painter’s brush.


‘I donot believe in a second life. Do you hear me?’, he spoke with the innocent adorable conviction and impatience of a seven year old used to getting yeses for his demands instantly.

It made her smile, like always.

She continued to stare at the windshield. The rain was getting stronger now, the raindrops bigger. She reached over and began tracing the drops on the glass as they continued making their patterns on the outside..

‘ You need to get out there, you know? ‘, she finally said.

‘What?’, he said impatiently, like he was pulled out of a deep meditative trance..!

‘ Those drops’, she turned away from the windshield and looked at his earnest face.

‘If you want to change the patterns those drops are making, you need to get out there into THAT world and get wet. You can’t be doing that sitting inside here’.

‘That’s like another life, isn’t it ?’




Dear A,
It was really nice talking with you today.

Yes, talking ….as in really hearing your voice, with all the familiar nuances in it that makes it special – Yours!
Not ‘talking’ over typed words with an emoji to substitute for that naughty, adorable crackle in your laughter, the sincerity in your earnest chatter and that endearing way you always say my name.
Long after I put the phone down, I kept reminiscing our conversation….
It did me a lot of good…trying to fit in days in those 30 odd minutes!

Like they say, ‘one real conversation with a friend is worth hours on the psychiatrist’s couch’ !


And I realised how we have all changed…we Humans!
We who are different from our fellow living beings on this planet because of this unique gift of speech, seem to have forgotten how to really ‘talk’!! Caught in the maze of our expensive, fancy gadgets that claim to bring us closer….

I don’t know about others, but for me a thousand smiling emojis cannot substitute for a familiar chuckle that warms my heart. Nor will any number of animated hug-stickers ever make up for a word of endearment or a warm embrace in an hour of need…..

I’d, any day, settle for one heartfelt conversation, one warm hug or a soulful get-together days apart, over typed words every minute of the day.


Thank you for bringing to life all our old adventures!
And for simply being ‘You’ !

With love,
Yours G


P. S : OK, you can add a smiling emoji here 🙂