(Some of this blog post is slightly embellished and some of it is very real but still very embellished but still very real)
Today was my first day back to work after being on “vacation” for 12 days. I put vacation in quotations because it wasn’t exactly a vacation for me but it was for my parents. I worked 10 hours a day for 12 days straight while my parents went away to California and took a trip down memory lane. I was in a good mood this morning despite having my regular routine broken. I no longer had a car to get to work, I didn’t visit the Gurdwara and I didn’t walk into the coffee shop for my morning tea (that I take with 2 creams no sugar, just as a side note). I had to take the bus today, pack my lunch and leave the house an hour early. To accomplish all of this I had to wake up two hours before the time I would leave the house.
I picked up a free newspaper from a stand before I crossed the street to occupy myself and bring myself up to date on local affairs (and read my horoscope). Also because I didn’t want to stare at my blackberry bright and early reading today’s news because I didn’t want to look like the girl who is probably not reading the news but uploading a new selfie on facebook and scrolling down a timeline updating herself with everything she missed while asleep (I update myself first thing when I wake up while in bed, just as a side note). Nope, not me. So I pretentiously began to read my free newspaper.
When I got to my stop where I would transfer to get my second bus I got a text message. An unexpected text rather. My mind lit up seeing his name appear on my screen. But why was he texting me at this time of day? He was away on a course in Europe. “Sup?” he asked. (Yes, he said “sup.” I pretended that I didn’t notice that and told him that I was just waiting for the bus) We texted back and forth, I asked him about Europe. He told me that he’ll be back in a few days. “I can’t stop thinking of you Kiran.” I couldn’t believe the words on my screen. You can’t say that to me anymore! I thought to myself despite being ecstatic that he was thinking about me. I texted him asking him the time in Europe and put my my phone away.
I started to admire these freshly planted yellow flowers outside the church I was standing behind, thinking how the flowers resembled those in a garden I visited in India. When I turned around to face, careful not to be distracted by the pretty flowers and miss the bus my phone rang. His name appeared on my phone and although I was happy, was slightly nervous to answer. His voice sounded sexier on the phone than in person, maybe because we weren’t streets but countries apart. “I want you Kiran” he said mispronouncing my name. “But you can’t have me remember?” I snapped. “REMEMBER?” I emphasized. “I wish I wasn’t in Europe right now” he said. “Really?” I egged him on. I knew it was morally wrong to ask but I couldn’t help but wonder what else was on his mind. “What would you be doing here?” I questioned and then he went into detail. Mmmmmm my mind began to wander as his fantasy got the better of me until my conscience pulled me back into the reality that was my body standing waiting for the bus to get to work. The reality that he has other commitments.
Don’t stop him! pleaded my imagination but my moral judgement wasn’t having any more of this. Perhaps you’re forgetting that this isn’t right, you can’t do this!” I reminded him. “I know” he said “I know exactly what we’re going to do when I’m back”.
Why was I reminding him of his reality? Why did I care? Why would I distract his attention which was solely focused on me? He was in a different country, a different time zone. Whatever happens in Europe can stay in Europe said my imagination as it interrupted my moral compass which was telling me to wrap up the call. But what about me? I exist in Canada. Quick Kiran! What would Aristotle do?
“When do you come home?”
“I’ll call you” he replied.
P.S. Aristotle was a man before he was a philosopher.