Stories

A curious aspect of life, that I have learnt to appreciate belatedly so over the past few years is the immense number of stories my life is a part of.
If you live in as many worlds as I do, on any given day, I'm in a new page, in a new chapter in many different curiously intertwined stories
It humbles me and excites me at any given point in time.
I often imagine - if there was a book to be written for every single storyine in my life, through parallel in time and behavior - because ofcourse there is emotional spillover between the different books, how would this pan out ?
What would it say ?
"This is the story of three spirited women who became friends on a Trans-Atlantic flight from Bombay to Atlanta and the decades of friendship that followed"
"This is the story of a brother and a sister, who did not stay in the same city for most of their lives but could read each others minds"
"Once upon a time, in a land faraway...an hopeful 22 year old waited for a phonecall that would shatter her world"
"She was the new girl in class and I did not have many friends. Our friendship so to say, was fated from the start"
"When she drove to work, on her first day in Atlanta, little did she know that her best friend was working ..in a dreary cube somewhere on floor 7 in the building. How would she know - It would be another 2 years before they even met.."
"Her dream was to become a writer. But somethings dont happen - just like spring buds dont bloom in winter"
"Murphy would have been proud. Imagine a life of 30 years dedicated to him"
" Hers was a tale of many cities..."
"Her Karma counter was always ticking"
"She weilded a keyboard as though it was a sword..."
..
many stories
many missed chances
some seized opportunities
many dreams
many more tears
many heartaches
wonderful places
beautiful people
drama
love
friendship
passion
drive
energy
laughter
problems
travels
food
fear
trials
victories
failures
fabulous
and wonderful

One world.
One life.
I think that if Life is a highway .. then this place .. right now . this very moment ..
is like the Spaghetti junction in Atlanta...
Busy..confused..necessary..amazing that it even stays together in one place instead of falling apart at the seams..
but somehow ..despite or rather inspite of the weight of the many stories and sagas .. it does.
Praise the lord :)