Sharc

I don't think am good at letting things sink in.

I remember when a very dear friend was leaving, and it was possible that I would never see him again, it felt like a dream and not as if it was really happening.

Over and over, same thing.

Tomorrow, I'm going to have a visitor from Bombay. An ex-boyfriend. Who's been more trouble to me than a comfort. I didn't really expect that he would really take up my invitation to visit Hyderabad. But he's booked his tickets and is boarding a bus in 20 minutes. I don't its sunk in that I'm going to see him after all these years. 4 years maybe?

The memories have long faded, and the pain has long, long lost it's sting. But dynamite is dynamite, and this fellow here is certain to come with something that could throw me off the stability that I've slowly built up.

Here's what am saying to myself: I'm going to have a normal weekend, and do the things I need to get done (which includes washing 3 bagfuls of 'white' clothes, and get a haircut, watch a movie with Daya and the gang, and get a firmer grip on my yoga practices) - and this somehow assures me that I'm going to be a not-so-awesome host.

PS: This fellow has a history of making promises and ditching at the last minute. So half of me is really wondering if he's going to land up or not. I guess I shouldn't waste a lot of energy wondering about something that will be apparent in just about 12 hours. 

PPS: We used to call him Sharc. Oh, the stories about him, I could write a book.

PPPS: His hair, at one time, was so long and shabby. I'm a bit concerned about how my roommates will react to his likely-to-be alarming appearance. 

As weird as he sounds, (he really is crazy by most people's standards), I feel slightly confident that I can manage to host him this weekend, and hopefully send him back with a small grain of sanity.