The Guardian Of Angels
Dear Diary,
Today was not my day and guess that makes sense right? Every day is the same as old I’m getting and today is not exceptional if including the hospital visit with Maya. Every time I visit the hospital they will say the same thing, I need to have the heart surgery or my heart will explode, haha haha. And like every time I tell them, let it be, there is nothing I’m going to do to go through that surgery or even lying on that operating table. To hell with their surgery and medicines. Also, tomorrow is Madhav’s 12th death anniversary and I told Maya to bring me to our place to visit him. How time flies but still the memory remains, only those connecting me with my husband after all these years, I hope I will wake up tomorrow.
Good night diary.
Just then I close the diary Maya appeared on the door with a smile on her face.
“Did you finish your journaling daadhi ma(grandma)?”
“Yes dear, just now! Your duty time is over?”
She nodded and help me to get-up from the chair and place me carefully on the bed, I’m not that old that need others to help but having a heart condition and arthritis don’t go well along. So I might need some assistance and no one had ever put up with my 74yr old self none other than Maya, she is a sweetheart and she reminds me of my teenage years when I used to work at care homes. Maya is a psychology student and working here as a part-time caretaker.
She knows how to take care of old people like me, and how to read people’s mind. Like now, every night she put me on the bed and ask me did I take my medicines, and like every time I tell I did, but that’s a lie. She knows how much I hate taking medicines but she will scold me for that and I pout like a little child. But eventually, I had to take the medicine. If it was someone else in her place, I wouldn’t touch the medicine bottle but it’s my sweet little girl how can I refuse to her.
After she has gone, I lay there watching the ceiling, my mind drifted off to places from the start to the present.
How should I start my journey, and where should I begin and how far should I go back?
I guess the only thing that will help what I’m about to tell you to make sense is if I go back to the beginning. But, I guess I need to orient things a bit first. I’m getting damn close to my platinum jubilee. Yep, that dreaded milestone mark is right around the freaking corner, and it scares the crap out of me.
I don’t like getting old. I can’t sleep through a night anymore. Because my circadian rhythm has gone totally wonky and I find myself waking up at three in the morning more often than not, even though my alarm isn’t set to go off until five-thirty. And I’m not tired. I’m wide awake and ready to go. Four or five hours of sleep a night should make me a zombie. But no.
My once beautiful midlength black hair is now full of grey, but I still have a full head of hair which is a good thing. I suppose I should be grateful for that.
I won’t bore you with the mundane details of my early life other than saying that I’m sure it formed what I’d become as an adult, just like every human. We age each second of our life, but we realize that only when others pointing towards it.
I went through elementary school being bullied because I was too skinny, but I obviously survived. I was moved to the North-western province during the summer before my eighth-grade year. I was the only one in the entire family who was thrilled to death when my father gave us all the news of his transfer. He is in the army, so we are used to moving places frequently. But this is the place we lived almost 4 yrs without any interference from the army side.
I remember asking “When should I start packing?” as my two older sisters bawled about how it was so unfair they had to leave their boyfriends behind. Yes, we are three girls to our parents, and my father often calls himself the guardian of four angels including our mother. It was fun when we named our house ”Angels&gaurdian”. But now we will name some other house or flat this name.
I lived in glorious new and fresh surroundings through the remainder of my junior- and high-school years. I made a lot of friends and had my first love too there. It wasn’t that special moment or anything, but it did give me goosebumps whenever I’m with Arvi. We were young and had a crush on both of us but still shy to talk with each other. We don’t have any class in common except computer class. So our computer teacher, I don’t remember her name created a new way to interact with people within a certain website circle, we had to create a username and start to chat with anyone on that portal. Different schools have different portals, but as we are in an army school, all of the army schools are connected. We don’t know much about other school students so everyone opted to chat with the people they know.
We first got to know each other through another through this chatting system I’d frequented. We messaged each other on that quite a few times after we discovered we both had similar interests.
One of the more-frequented of the portal was the chain-story section. He was one of the champion writers, and I was rather enthralled by the way he could stitch otherwise ordinary words together into a tale that would keep other members doting on his every post. I enjoyed his post more than anyone, even its a short poem. And we will chat with each other about his new work or anything under the sky through this system. We can continue the chatting at home too, but the computer was placed on the living area, so I couldn’t get more privacy with it, also I had to delete my history before one of my sisters or my parents find out that I’m chatting with a boy. They were too protective of me being the youngest one.
I enjoyed chatting with him whenever I could. We were both fifteen when we first met online. We first would chit-chat for ten or fifteen minutes, but as time went on, some of our chats could last hours and hours. We really had a lot in common.
After more than a year of friendship with him, I still vividly remember one chat session that shattered my adolescent brain.
I have no recollection at all of the ordinary chit-chats that evening, or even what led us onto the subject. But I do remember that one particular and a slowly-formed string of words which still makes me smile when I think about it.
’I don’t think so. I
. . . and there was a pause like I just described. Then two deletes. Then a long pause.
’I don’t think so. Because
. . . and the duration between letters increased significantly. Arvi was a fast typist. I interpreted his slowness as hesitance.
‘I don’t think so. Because I think I love you.’
Several moments passed as I stared at the screen in joyous surprise.
Arvi’s normal pace returned. ‘You’d better say something or I’m hanging up!’
’I can’t believe you said that before me (*smile*) I think I’m in love with you, too!!′
And, wow. My life changed so wonderfully at that point. That was how my first relationship started at the age of fifteen.
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AUTHOR’S NOTE
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