TUESDAY NIGHT
You are a miracle, but that is not all
you are also a stiff drink and I am on call
You are the PARTY and I am a SCHOOL NIGHT
and I am looking for my door key, BUT YOU ARE MY PORCH LIGHT
-Ani Di Franco "School Night"
one of my best-loved song lines :) suddenly i found myself thinking of songs and music again just as my bestfriend had visited me last tuesday night. it was an unexpected visit, she said she just had to do some errands in UP and wanted to make the most of the trip, that we just had to be together. it was a welcome break from my monotonous life. and i was just UBER GLAD. we found ourselves catching up on many things especially those big fights we had with people, our latest heartmelting moments and the hottest chikka's. there was so much to tell, and so much that could be told by us and perhaps anyone observing these two friends who were trying as much as humanly possible in one night to know what has to be known about the other after quite a lapse of time.
If I were to be that observant stranger watching through these apartment walls, i would begin to wonder how difficult it must be for these two people to become friends. It is obvious that life has brought us different paths over a span of three years, like a river that has carried both of us away and branched out, and it is as though we both were trying to reach out to the other from our own branch of what was once a great river. There is a stark difference, in our stories, in the way spoke, in the life we lead, in the music we've heard, in the way we dressed, in our priorities. I've forgotten what it was like to be bored to death, having nothing to do. She has had enough of it and is desperate to come out of the situation. She says she misses studying--the things i do, while i feel quite tired doing that. Ive been missing taking my grand time to spend with friends, while her stories are full of them. Even without the conversation a stranger would notice how different we have become. I played music that almost sent her to bed! when we used to be somewhat in sync as to things like that.
But there is a point where the difference ends. And that is where we begin think of our circumstances, and what life as decided to lay on our paths that we find out were still the same. in the way we understand and digest what's there on the surface. perhaps its the magic of philosophy, which i guess i would never cease to love. It has brought us both this understanding, and a common ground. a secret place where we could meet no matter how far life flings us apart.
....here is to knowing that had we done the same things, faced the same problems, and been in the same situations, we might just come to pick the same decisions, and had the same loves.
it is a comforting thought to know, best. YOU ARE MY PORCH LIGHT. and everything that that phrase says in between. *wink*
i love you. :)
you are also a stiff drink and I am on call
You are the PARTY and I am a SCHOOL NIGHT
and I am looking for my door key, BUT YOU ARE MY PORCH LIGHT
-Ani Di Franco "School Night"
one of my best-loved song lines :) suddenly i found myself thinking of songs and music again just as my bestfriend had visited me last tuesday night. it was an unexpected visit, she said she just had to do some errands in UP and wanted to make the most of the trip, that we just had to be together. it was a welcome break from my monotonous life. and i was just UBER GLAD. we found ourselves catching up on many things especially those big fights we had with people, our latest heartmelting moments and the hottest chikka's. there was so much to tell, and so much that could be told by us and perhaps anyone observing these two friends who were trying as much as humanly possible in one night to know what has to be known about the other after quite a lapse of time.
If I were to be that observant stranger watching through these apartment walls, i would begin to wonder how difficult it must be for these two people to become friends. It is obvious that life has brought us different paths over a span of three years, like a river that has carried both of us away and branched out, and it is as though we both were trying to reach out to the other from our own branch of what was once a great river. There is a stark difference, in our stories, in the way spoke, in the life we lead, in the music we've heard, in the way we dressed, in our priorities. I've forgotten what it was like to be bored to death, having nothing to do. She has had enough of it and is desperate to come out of the situation. She says she misses studying--the things i do, while i feel quite tired doing that. Ive been missing taking my grand time to spend with friends, while her stories are full of them. Even without the conversation a stranger would notice how different we have become. I played music that almost sent her to bed! when we used to be somewhat in sync as to things like that.
But there is a point where the difference ends. And that is where we begin think of our circumstances, and what life as decided to lay on our paths that we find out were still the same. in the way we understand and digest what's there on the surface. perhaps its the magic of philosophy, which i guess i would never cease to love. It has brought us both this understanding, and a common ground. a secret place where we could meet no matter how far life flings us apart.
....here is to knowing that had we done the same things, faced the same problems, and been in the same situations, we might just come to pick the same decisions, and had the same loves.
it is a comforting thought to know, best. YOU ARE MY PORCH LIGHT. and everything that that phrase says in between. *wink*
i love you. :)