My mom is a never-ending song in my heart,
of comfort, happiness, and being.
I may sometimes forget the words …
but I always remember the tune
Derrick came home two years ago in December to tell me he liked a girl.
Then he told me that she was older than him.
Then he told me she was Hindu.
Then he told me, she was a divorcee with a kid.
All of this didn’t surprise or bother me.
I’d be OK with all of this no matter what, if the girl’d be good.
What did surprise me, was that my brother, my impetous, independant minded, “I am my own man” brother cared enough about this girl to seek my approval.
Which I can tell you, has happened rarely enough, I can count such moments on my fingers.
(the approval seeking … not the girl meeting)
I met her. We spoke for two whole hours.
And I came away with the belief she was too good for him.
That all these “strikes” notwithstanding, Rajeshwari was still too good for Derrick.
I firmly believe that my brother is marrying up.
I firmly believe that Rajeshwari’ll, finally make an honest man out of my brother.
I’ve seen them together for the past year and a half.
My brother is a more peaceful, more happy, and dare I say it, more sane person, because of her.
Rajeshwari is already more than a sister that we boys ever had.
She’s compassionate, she’s kind, she’s full of joy and has a wicked sense of humour.
They’re good together. And Jai completes them.
This apparently, is the place where I’m supposed to impart worldly wisdom.
From my own short three year, crazy roller coaster of married life, all I can say is,
Be whatever you want to.
All this and more’ll be infinitely better, if you do it together.
So here’s to the two of you …
I still find it hard to believe, that I turned this gorgeous girl down, when she told me that she loved me twelve years ago!
My life would would have been so different!
But God has grace, even for a fool like me.
And, so did she.
I love you, babygirl.
To quote Lang Leave,
I don’t know how you are so familiar to me—or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are.
How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before—in another time, a different place, some other existence
I love you so much!1
I wrote I love you twice and was about to edit and remove one of the lines, but Abby thinks I could love her twice over and let the line stay. So here babygirl, I love you thrice over! :) ↩
Sad li’l Zei
Li’l goonda Zei
Li’l kooky Zei
Li’l blah Zei
Li’l “Look at me, I’m a scooty model!” Zei
Happy li’l Zei
Really happy li’l Zei
Really, really “I’m so happy I could dance, because it’s my birthday” li’l Zei
To my li’l muse,
It’s funny how you’ve walked into my life and made a place there… like you’ve always belonged!
I pray you always be happy, and that you always have your sense of innocence and gay abandon.
Happy Birthday, my little one
Lots of love,
The better half …