Between the two moments of birth and death sputters the phase we call life. In that phase, you meet people of all kinds, spanning a wide spectrum of relationships. Sometimes, we fire up our brains to understand big ideas—God, prayers, love, and all sorts of known and unknown phenomena—rather than wasting time gossiping about individuals. My mind is teeming with thoughts struggling to take form, and I finally managed to get my laptop to capture them all, hoping to shape these random reflections into a coherent whole. Often, we have nothing to say yet still want to speak—that happens to me quite a bit. So, here’s my take on how a perfect weekend should unfold, starting with Friday.
“Caution: You are entering a HIGH Imagination Zone. You may not step back until permitted.”
TGIF is the first phrase your lips murmur on a Friday morning. After a long, draining week, every cell in your body begs for the serenity of the weekend. There’s a chill in the air, and a little squirrel appears by your window while the coconut tree bends gracefully for the passing breeze. Your phone, lying next to the pillow, softly plays your favorite tunes, and you wonder why these magical moments don’t happen at the start of the week. You wish your loved one were by your side to share the bliss, but it’s only around 5:00 a.m. Still, you pick up the phone that’s been serenading you all night, dial a special number, and hear Dasettan’s voice crooning your dedicated caller tune. Your lips curl into a smile. A warm, playful “Hello daa” meets your “Love you, sweetheart,” which in turn earns a “Love you more.” A tingle courses through every nerve, making your heart flutter.
With that uplifting start, you set out for the day. After a brief commute, you find yourself volunteering at a center for differently abled children, and the joy of helping them spills over into your own work later on. You tackle an overdue report, grateful for a previous filing system that finally helps you tie up loose ends. At last, the weekend is here—two full days for yourself. On your way home, you’re almost walking on air, inhaling the aroma of home cooking through the evening chill. Time seems to swirl forward: day turns to dusk, and the setting sun yields the sky to a gently glowing moon. You reflect on cherished memories of your loved one as you head to a personal meeting. A blessing slips from your lips the moment your phone lights up with your loved one’s picture calling you. Their voice makes you feel as though you’ve traveled in circles, returning to square one—but in the best possible way.
Eventually, you have private moments with all the people who matter most. When the most special one of all scolds you for your impulsive trip, your heart silently cries, “I know you won’t hear this, but I’ll answer you in person if I’m blessed with the chance.” You’re not alone in the night; the sleepless moon keeps you company. You aren’t trained to read stars and planets, but you can capture their essence in your eyes and translate it into words. A shiver runs through you just imagining time spent with your beloved. At last, the big day arrives. You hang out with your dearest friends, letting the gathering fill only half your day, then message your loved one to meet at their place. Shocked to find they’re nowhere to be seen, you realize you’ve mixed up addresses. With your heart pounding so hard it feels like it could leap from your chest, you knock on the correct door at last. A minute passes in stunned silence—guilt, longing, and relief flood both of you, your eyes taking in every subtle change in their expression. Egos dissolve, and tensions fade. You reach out, only to find yourself already embraced in warmth and passion. With a sheepish grin, you whisper, “Yes, I’m absolutely crazy about you, and I made this exhausting trip just to feel this hug.” Words vanish; your eyes do all the talking.
Period.
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