My good friend of a few months has fallen in love. I met him during our interviews and as it is with people cornered together, afraid of the same impending fate, we grew to like each other. Over the next two days when we had nothing really to do we discussed our love lives and life philosophies and our plans for the future. That is when he told me of his pains and how they had visited on him all at once. But now all is anew. He has found love and he is to be married soon. It is amazing how this guy does it. Knows her for merely 14 days and he proposed to her. She accepts and a court marriage is on the cards. Some people have all the luck.
I am not saying what he did was right or that the marriage will be a successful one but it has the feeling of a miracle to it. This is something that you read in stories. Where cupid strikes and all is then lost. The lovers are fated to meet and be together for life. Makes me remember those dreams and desires I have pushed away to the corners of my mind.
And here I am, in a city far away from his. Looking or perhaps just hoping for the same kind of love. They told me that it would be difficult but then the told me that it would not rain here either. People have a tendency to be wrong, more a general inclination to be wrong. So I sigh and get on with my life. Hope is not always a wonderful thing. It is like a Facebook page where you are afraid to push the "Add as Friend" button. So many more important things to do than this. Or is this the most important of them all?
These rains are making my brains go soft.
Later
