This is my post as a part of the Loose Bloggers Consortium(LBC), an informal group of bloggers from different parts of the world who blog each Friday on one common topic posted by 7:00 AM PST(8.30 PM IST). Do visit their blogs to read what the other members of the consortium have posted on this week’s topic. The members in alphabetical order are: Anu-Me, Delirious, Gaelikaa, Grannymar, Maxi, Maria-Silver Fox, OCD Writer, Padmum, Paul, Rummuser, The Old Fossil and Will.
Today’s topic- My First Memory is The Old Fossil‘s suggestion.
On a pleasant spring afternoon, I was taking a walk down Carlos Park. It was one of those days when I was not feeling particularly low, but I wasn’t very happy either. I had just grabbed myself a coleslaw sandwich and a cup of cappuccino and set out for a walk to avoid the cafeteria gossip, after a rather long and tiring surgery. I’m not particularly fond of team lunches. I prefer a silent one, one where I’m left with my food and my thoughts. I’ve had a lot of people rolling their eyes when I decline their invite to lunch with them, and more so because of the reason.
It had been two years since I joined The Holmer Memorial Hospital and Medical College as an intern. I was looked at as a loner and all my colleagues were mere acquaintances and not friends. I preferred it that way. Having friends would mean after-work outings, parties, meaningless celebrations, more time spent with them than required, leading to bonds being formed. I couldn’t fathom the idea. I had consciously avoided company of any kind since the time Joanna called off our relationship of four years, back in college. Relationships of any kind, looked like an ordeal. I had lost my parents to a road accident and now I’d lost the person who I loved the most, after them. You get the background now, don’t you?
So, coming back to my walk in the park on that pleasant spring afternoon. I was still wondering how things would have been so different, had Joanna still been around. Well, it is something I thought about everyday. But, I was over her. I was in a space where I couldn’t accept Joanna, if she were to come back into my life, ever, but still unsure of whether I could ever form a bond of that sort again, with anyone at all.
I was staring into infinity when a slender figure caught my attention. We were walking towards each other. She seemed to have been looking for me and was relieved to have spotted me. As we drew closer, she hastened, almost running. “Dr. James, you have the key to my locker! I think you picked it up in error while ordering your burger at the cafeteria. I found yours at the counter and recognized it with that Che keychain that you had attached to it. I remember admiring it while you were trying hard to open your jammed locker, last week!”. There was something about her that took my breath away. I didn’t get the chance to respond. She exchanged the keys and ran in a great hurry.
That was my first memory of my first meeting with Dr.Marissa. We’ve been dating for over a year now and we’re engaged to be married in the next three months. I’ve never felt more content. It’s a giant leap forward. That spring afternoon has left me with a pleasant first memory for many more summers ahead of me.
I still prefer silent lunches.