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The Writer Within A Story of a Nomad
The Writer Within A Story of a Nomad | A Story of a Nomad |
| Friday, 23 January 2009 | |
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Writers. Have you ever had a story that keeps popping into your head and pushing you really hard to write about it, that it becomes an itch that's unbearable that you want to scratch it until it's gone? I have. And since scratching did not help and it has left my brain bleeding now, I know the only sane to do is to give-in. So here is yet another story. *******
This girl, she was her usual self-- giddy, frivolous, goofy inside when she decided to hear mass on New Year's day, as she usually do. She could have hopped or glided but she took a grip and brushed the ideas aside. The only apparent reason she could come up with for such feeling of silliness and excitement was it's new year's day. There was a hullabaloo in her head while she was walking to the church. The unknown is scary but that's the exciting part for her, I guess. And she is expecting a lot of nice things coming this 2009. If not to her, then to the people she cares about. There's a lot of things that she is really really excited about, like Klaire (who is yet to be born sometime soon) and of course, her sister-in-law, after eleven years, is pregnant with her second child. She has a great faith, too, that two of her dear friends will each, bear a child. This year. At least, those were a few things that kept her mind busy while she was on her way to the church. She was imagining good things. Funny things. In her head, she was talking to God as if she was talking to a good-humored person. "Hmmm... let's have some fun today, Lord. Let's see... send me an angel. Right now! I won't leave this church until you send me one. And You better hurry up before the church closes, all right?" So she stayed. Five minutes. Ten. Fifteen. No angel came. "Fine. I know, Lord. You want me to go home and continue living a normal life. That's what normal people do, right? They don't do this sitting inside a church waiting for an angel and talking to You the way they do to a regular guy." She looked around and noticed that the only person inside the church then was her. Everybody left right away after the mass, probably to celebrate the first day of the new year with their family, friends, and loved ones. "Fine. I am walking now. But I really want You to send me an angel." Her spirit was soaring high as she remained conversing with her Friend in a cheerful way. At home, her day passed by unnoticed. For a while, she has forgotten about her good-humored Friend. She must have spent the whole day chatting with some friends over the net. She has totally forgotten her prayer that day. She checked her emails, sent greetings online, and checked if she could find some of her old buddies in college through her online social network. She must have seen one or two that she was happy to get reconnected. They exchanged stories, life after college and their present situations. Then she remembered someone and from there, she started her conversation with her good-humored Friend again. "I am not going to stand here until he shows up, You know. So You better show him up now." For the past few years, she has forgotten all about the guy, until she saw something that he has given her years ago. It was then that she started getting curious of his whereabouts. And that was just it, a piece among the bric-a-brac. She wanted to know, simply for the sake of knowing. It was late at night and she's seated on a red wooden chair that offers nothing but literally a pain in the butt. "Na-ah, I am not standing." She loves amusing herself but she knows that just like any ordinary days, she'd go offline and find anything in the real world that would make her more entertained, like cooking, maybe. "All right. Enough for the day. I know... not meant to be. At least I was able to find Sally and I would say, I enjoyed our chat today, eh?" Sally is as lively as her. You'll never see her frowning. They are the same. They love being surrounded by happy people. They did not really belong in the same circle of friends but you'd usually see them exchanging jokes and laughing at each other every time they bumped in to one another. Thirteen years did not change their cheery disposition. "Oh, wait. Let me just check on Ray's updates then enough for the day..." So she did. She was about to leave her laptop and hit the sack when she noticed something. A familiar face, maybe? Not. A name? Not. She just found herself clicking a name from Ray's list. "Hmmm..." For a minute, she was trying to browse on the guy's photos. Pictures of a married couple at first. Then came the answer to her question. "Oh, My God..." She continued to browse. "Oh, My God... You're kidding, are You? No... You're not." She was laughing. It was him. And his profile has told her everything that she wanted to know about him. Where he is. How he is. Those things that she was wondering about through the years. She was laughing. Still. "High-five! God! You're a funny guy! I really like You!" She was hesitant to add him on her list, afraid that she won't be remembered. But she did it anyway. "It's all right if he won't remember. At least this settles my questions. God! You are good! Imagine?! I got the answer right in front of me now. Thank You... it was one funny and good day today. Thank You." And she thought that was it. It was all she was asking for. So she went to bed and dismissed any thoughts in her head about how peculiar the day was. "Thank You for amusing me today. Well, You always do amusing things, but today, it was different. Let's have a High-five! Haha! My doggedness got You! It worked!" It took awhile for her to grasp what happened on that day but she was busy anyway. And it was true. In any case, life will go on, minus the curiosity now. She's settled. Or she thought she was until the guy hit the accept button on her invite and left a comment on one of her old articles. Not only that he remembers her, he remembers a lot from the past, although it wasn't a lengthy one. "Hmmm... now what?" She wasn't really into phone conversations, especially the long ones, but she gave her number anyway. And that has started something that she wasn't really expecting. She found herself enjoying the long conversations now. Well, who wouldn't with a funny guy? But reality bites. She knew her limits and she has to do something to tell him that, in a way that he won't be offended. It's not just that she is not into long conversations over the phone, but she's also a drifter living with her brother and she feels uncomfortable using their resources. They have given her enough of what she needs to survive. More than that is a luxury for her and she doesn't want to go beyond that. She tried. She explained and the guy understood that even if he calls every day, there will be days that she won't take his call, especially when she's not in the mood to talk over the phone. He understood. But he tries anyway. She's good at that. Being in control and unaffected of whatever is going on around her. She is sensitive but she would drop any feelings that she knew would destruct her good mood. Sometimes people hate that. But she thinks he understood. She's grateful that he understood. So they are in constant communication now. On days that she won't take his calls, they will just exchange emails, reminiscing college days and their individual lives after that. Updating and keeping each other posted. Laughing. Bantering. Getting to know more of each other. She never expected that she'd find a friend in him. For her, that's enough for now. For her. They are both single. Unattached that is. But they both live a complicated life. One is a vagabond and the other one, well... in some ways, is also a vagabond. What's more complicated than being a vagabond? So they entertain themselves by exchanging stories of a hobo. But hobos have dreams too. So they shared those stuffs too. Until she heard the guy singing a different tune. A happy one. Something she has been praying about. For him, at least. He's finally going home. Soon, he will be home. And she remains... unaffected. At least, so it seems. *******
This is the story in my mind and there are but three main characters: One is drifter, the other a migrant worker, and one has the power and control over anyone-- the good-humored One -- God, the Almighty. Be reminded, this is not the end my story nor the last story that I am going to write, but I have a life. So let me live it for now. |
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