None of These I Imagined Possible

"You can just drop me off, I'm almost seven now." I wasn't driving, and I would have been grateful do walk him inside the school. He shooed me off and I felt even more grateful.

I'm just guessing, but in the glare of her eyes, something tells me that she is receptive to everything I am reading to her. The way she waves when I say hi, the she assures me that she can hear and she is listening.

And D., the she makes me love even what I thought I despised. Okra tastes feels like eating spit, I told her once. But now I enjoy the crunch and the texture and the way it pairs with rice and seaweed. What a delicious sight she is, always. How kind she is, how infinitely beautiful.

How easily did I ward off the stress when I ran a short 7k on the treadmill. I jumped into my well, and just as quickly I warp-zoned to the beach with DJ Tiesto blaring at my ears through bluetooth earphones. Running is a way of forgiving yourself.

When the internet went down for my evening classes, I ran back to my parents. I even slid in a drink or two with my brothers, and my father.

I often let everything just pass without pondering. But all these happened in one day, and none of it, many years back, was something I would have imagined as possible.

A little after midnight, I washed the dishes. Then I was never alone.