A Packet From The Universe


Aug 28, 2017                                                                                                                                                          2:45 P.M.

Dear Packet-from-the-Universe,

I remember reading once that “the Universe sends you exactly what you are ready for, at exactly the time you need it.” I hope that the wisdom shared is true, else I would be making a complete fool out of myself, working with that motto in my life.

As mottos and days pass, I strived to find unfamiliar places and meet new people. My people are different from the ones we usually consider under the definition of people. My people are noble characters from imperfectly ending tales. They are these selfish yet impressive beauties and handsome hunks who never expect me to talk back to them. They narrate their tales and I listen to them intently. I fill the empty spaces of my heart worrying about what will happen to them when the drought comes, or when they jump on that boat with a tiger or when the thunderstorm sweeps the whole village to dust.

On my journey to find one such unfamiliar place to sit and interact, I walked into this tiny place full of books, where the tingling smell of Arabica coffee made the expedition worth the venturing. Walking inside and ordering myself a cup, I felt this weird instinct to do something that my usual self would not. As it turned out, the moment my lashes meet yours, I knew exactly what this crazy out-of-the-my-books task would be. Walking the best walk I could put up, I felt all my noble intentions (if any) drowning in the pile of lustful thoughts. Taking that couch right beside you, I knew I had to let go of this shy girl and act against the rule book of stature and ideas. I kept pondering myself about how I could make a move or get your attention or simply get you to like me beyond all limits. The process went on till the thoughts suggesting me that this was never going to be my thing and that I should get back to the plans I initially had come in with, came to me. I took the connecting link between my people and myself out of my rucksack and started reading.

Soon, my coffee arrived and even sooner my lust took over again. I got up and moved to the table you sat on and stated boldly, “If you look for perfection, you’ll never be content.” Annoyed at this stunt which I had managed to pull off, I slapped the book in my hand and decided to make a run for it. You caught hold of my arm and said to me, “Darling, he knew she was there by the joy and terror that took possession of his heart. Everything was lit up by her. She was the smile that brightened everything around.”

It’s been months and I hardly know if us stealing lines from Anna Karenina had done any right, but I do know one thing. I know that that day I found something I’d never find in a jungle of verses. I found that leaning against your back and having conversations with you while quoting lines from my favorite texts was even better than silently reading into lonely pages. I found that seeing you each day and holding your hand while you pulled my cheeks and pecked me all over, was something that one shot of crazy had gotten me. I guess the Universe does send you exactly what you are ready for, at exactly the time you need it, you need only to look and instantly grab all these small packets of joy.

Your Lovingly.
A True Admirer.

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