I am seldom overwhelmed by the things that people do for me.
Mainly because I have found very few who have gone out of their way to do
something for me. That might also be because I don’t let them anymore. I prefer
to be the one who gives up on a show that she had been waiting to watch for a
long time, the one who is going to let you place the order at a restaurant
according to your choice etc etc. And I would do that happily. Well, the reason
for that is, I’m more scared that if I say what I wish for, the other person
won’t live up to my expectation and I will be, umm, disappointed. So, when
someone actually takes that little extra step for me, I am overwhelmed.
To say I’m blessed to have the best colleagues at work,
would be an understatement. What with Miss Paul getting up from her much loved
sleep at 4 in the night to make sure that I’m back home, and at the same time
Miss Praveen consoling me about a stupid disappointment (once again, too many
expectations), Miss Jha’s help for almost every other dreaded photoshoot, Miss
Kumari’s late night chats even though she’s too tired, a certain ‘grumpy cat’
who will shout but help you out every time and Miss D.
I know Miss D is back at work because there is already a
goodie bag at my desk. And yes, I love gifts but why I especially look forward
to hers is that there are those little notes that always, always make me feel
better (with her deep belief that even though we may progress digitally, hand
written notes are the best).
I don’t know how many notes I have till now but I know I
cherish each. 22 notes for my birthday alone, a special New Year wish, a letter
about her vacation and the things I should do, all this while she is sitting
right next to me (well, almost). And I’m not even counting the little ‘Thank
You’ notes or the frightful ones about dirtying her desk yet again.
Her notes are special because she never makes my problem
obvious. She turns it into a minuscule one in the end (after the whole letter
reads about how awesome she is and sometimes, about how nice I am), but that
strikes hard. It has always urged me to take a step or refrained me from doing
something silly. And when it comes from Miss D, someone who respects privacy
more than anything yet knows what pains my heart, it has to be special.
I’m writing this down at 4 a.m. and that shows how important
it is to me. Miss D and I have had really innate conversations about life,
relationships and of course, boys, as we have waited for a 20-minute cappuccino.
And more than often, we have found each other in the same boat. Not ready
(anymore) to settle down for anything that is not the best, similar experiences
of rejection (sort of) and most importantly, big dreams (always).
As I conclude, Miss D, I direct this letter to you. Thank
you for all the gifts but I am grateful for those letters that lift my spirits
and bring me back every time. Very few people (read: Miss Paul, one of my best
friends from Pune and my ex-boyfriend) have written letters to me and good or
bad, I hold them all close to my heart.
That with Miss Paul’s incessant efforts to understand my
hopes, my confusions about boys (had to sneak this one in) and my anger and
Miss Praveen’s jokes directed at me, texts to check up on me always and
companionship for my shopping trips, is what makes me believe that I’m an amazing person to have such good friends. (cue- narcissistic laugh).
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