It was June of two o one o, summer just kicked in and so did the levels of endorphin. Delhi was the place to be and due to infidel deals with love, boys were a big NO. Girl power was being endorsed. I did not believe that an encounter in the ladies room of set'z was going to be leaving a dent in my mind.
A few long islands and our tiny bladders led us to the plush washroom. Quite a wait, alcohol was beginning to stir emotions. My friend (she who shall not be named) had yet again started whining about what we had come to forget in the first place. Trying very hard to empathise with her, I failed to notice the growing interest and urge to advice her in the vicinity. I tried to shush her out of sheer embarrassment but all in vain as she was loving the " we've all been there" stories. The crowd soon submerged; I opened my sprouse vuitton and pulled out my supposed long lasting mascara for a touch up; my friend was doing the same and I was cursing her for all the unwanted attention.
Looking in the mirror, this very polished woman; might have been in her 30's was standing behind me. It seemed like she was waiting for us to finish our touching up rituals. Turned out she wasn't waiting for us to make space for her, she had been eavesdropping upon our entire conversation. As we started to leave, she said girls you might not believe me today but a few years later you will. She said: "Love is like finding the lost keys to your apartment, it belongs to no one but you unless you're planning on moving out"
We were quite amused by her and mentally thanked her for merry-ing the mood since rest of the night was spent predicting what was she on?
Summer dissolved soon and dissertation deadlines were the only adrenaline kicking factor left in the life of registration number 090158474 that is, ME.
One day after a glass or two of chardonnay, I thought of what that woman had said the other day at set'z. It actually made sense.
I thought:
"Love is like finding the lost keys to your apartment, you might search the whole world and find one self sitting on a cushion under which they are hidden."
"Love is like finding the lost keys to your apartment, you might have left them in someone else's possession, but if that's the only piece you got, you'll do anything to procure them."
"Love is like finding the lost keys to your apartment, you wouldn't care about the same keys if you found a better apartment! " "Love is like finding the lost keys to your apartment, if someone else has a copy, man its an unsafe place to live in."
And my thoughts continued...
So have you lost your apartment keys off late ? About time find out where they are before you realise your parents start looking for a new apartment , maybe even a house for you ! Haha
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