August 1 was one of those days that simply grabbed you by the collar and demanded that you pay attention. I will never forget this date.The week before, in a fit of indulgence, I ordered four pairs of designer glasses with Gulnaz. The old pair was scratched and worn out. My rationale was, I may not get to order glasses in the near future if event Z happens.
So, on Aug 01, Gulnaz and I met up at MovenPick so that I could do a catwalk with my new looks (4 of them). Then we went for lamp shopping for Shehmat, then dinner involving seafood paella, and afterwards they dropped me home. All the time, we were talking about Z. What will it look like? Will I be happy with this?
At 11pm, they dropped me home. I opened the TV, mindlessly surfed the web, and got ready to go to bed. I opened my hotmail account, and froze. There it was, a nice little email with Z.
I read the email. I read it again. I walked out of my room, pour a glass of water, absentmindedly left the glass at the table, came back to my room, read the email again, went back again, drank two glasses of water, then carried the pitcher back to my room, placed it on the table, read the email again, then sat down, on my lonely bed, in my lonely room, in almost silence. My iTunes was on, and it was playing Wasted Sunset by Deep Purple. I turned it off, turned out the lights, and sat in the darkness.
After about 5 minutes, or 15, when I came to, I called Gulnaz, gave her the news, then after hearing my own voice, suddenly things became colorful and bright again. I called, texted, and emailed some people, went to bed, and woke up again three in the morning in a completely different mood. I was happy, content, and felt that after a long struggle, I earned what I deserve.
I have no idea what event Z means for me. But, it's about time something good happened.
Perhaps I had a wicked childhood
Perhaps I had a miserable youth
But somewhere in my wicked, miserable past
There must have been a moment of truth
(Photo courtesy: Gabrielle J)
