Last night , I wanted to see a dream . It was about a girl . I had mixed thoughts about her and wanted to clarify few things . I was awake till late but with him . When he comes to my mind , he blocks all my thinking ability. I cant think any other thing other than himself. So , I was chatting with him for hours and finally , he was tired and he went to bed. It was a conversation between two tedious hearts. My heart speaks to his heart and he replies and when his heart speaks to mine , I reply. We share our ideas about love , politics , movies , books and kids , Never talk about our spouses.
Later that night , I felt hungry . I walked down to find something to eat . I could not find anything and had to satisfied with a mug of black coffee. When I went to bed after it , she came to me. I saw the care and concern with in her brown eyes. Once it was grey , and once it was black and once it was green it had many colors. But the soul behind the eyes were the same . the kindness her heart carries have been the same . When I was all alone she came to see me.. She cooked meals for me and brought me my favorite wine. We used to have it with our favorite salads. I was good at making different kinds of omlettes and she loved it. When its dark , she left me as her man wanted her to be with him every night. Life was so simple , she had kids , I had kids and but we were happily taken care of them as both of us were at the same place most of the times.
I can recall the time we were in a village , far away from London. I was at home looking after kids and she worked as a manager at a Super Market. Super market in the sense a small shop which sold vegetables , fruits . grocery items , clothes ect. She used to buy me things I loved to have time to time . I made her the cakes as I was good t it. I made all chocolate cakes with different fillings and decorations. Her kids were fond of my cakes . Every time I made a cake for my kids , I made one for her kids too. We both did not feel any difference.
Every woman has her own identity , but we had same identities. We both love to have wine , cookies . We used to play cards in the evenings . She came to pick apples , strawberries , olives and grapes. She never asked me her share , but she took when ever she wanted.,. We made tomato sandwiches , with slices of fresh tomatoes and freshly baked bread. I used to make puddings and salsas too . We basically sat together and talked hours. We had so many things to share . When I was expecting my kids , she was near me and comforted me with care.
We have friends . But each one of them have different thoughts and different visions. IF you are really lucky , you will find your true friend who has a heart exactly like yours. We were like sisters. Actually she was my elder sister once.She brought me up as her kid , as our mom was died . She was the one who guided me and asked me to have faith in her. She gave me a world of love and care not only in this birth , but all previous births. Saying thank you is not my way of appreciation . I bow my head girl !! May you live long and let me be your friend in eery other birth . love you .
