K met the Babel fish some weeks ago as a part of the 'process leading to a procession'. Her over enthusiasm led to a long coffee chat that eventually led to a 'duh-ha', 'ho-hum'. The babel fish seemed to remind her of the Punching Bag and Style Icon put together - he was an inconceivable combination of the two men in her life: and that kept her fun quotient higher.
In conversations, between messages and the furniture of their homes and restaurants, she liked what she saw - however she failed to define it. It was not something that kept her going, it was like a pleasant moonlit patio - pleasurable yet insignificantly present. Her mind wandered to whether she would be aware of it a decade from now?
Taking a weekend off with a sprained ankle she moved into the solemn spaces of the Manori island taking time-off from the world. She stood by the boulder between her and the sea, silently hugging the book that accompanied her and the mind that was set on two men -
Life with one was an impossible dream. With the other a used reality.
Could she be really having cold feet all over again? Drama King teasingly calls her a part of the new-generation runaway brides. Clueless of what we want, we keep fleeing from one prince to another, till we become hags and fall in love with a frog!
Childmom's biggest fear for K in her all reassuring speech and support is just this.
Why do dichotomies exist? Why is it that we never want the 'obvious' in life - why does the zing-ting-ling have to go missing with the Babel fish? Why can we not be happy with the average of niceties? Why does that one un-understood absence lead to a prolonged patience and prodding.
This is the time when denial is not what K seeks and affirmation isn't readily coming to her.
Dilemma leads to Dementia. K, in all possibilities, will die from it!
