Silk..

i think about him, every now and then..and it makes me smile. this is one relationship where i can not think of anything i would have changed. not the way we met, nor the way we parted. it was magical,all of it, as if from a movie. not surprising, since this is how we met- at a movie theatre.i watch a lot of movies by myself, and so does he. several movies later, we found ourselves face to face, and ended up having midnight coffee, something which i, an insomniac, would never have done, unless hypnotized. the mood was set: endless journeys with Wong Kar Wai, Almodovar, Miyazaki, Baricco... and good wine.

it had to end though. we were from two different worlds, delightfully converging, creating, connecting. and all along the driving force was the certainty of diverging. no expectations, living in and for the moment.

i googled him today (actually, the train of thought went like this: "woww!!! Neil Gaiman has a blog! I'm totally bookmarking it-->he introduced me to Neil Gaiman--> where is he?"). he won a prize recently for his role in preserving the architectural heritage of Montreal,I was so happy for him. I wanted to congratulate him. so I decided to email him. I pasted his email address in the "To" section. and i froze. i had nothing to say. "hi, how are you?i googled you and-" no. "it's been a while, how have you been? i heard from my good friend Google that-" No!. for all i know he might be married with kids. and why would i allow myself to enter his life just like that out of the blues only because I woke up today and remembered him? No..it was more than that. I want to preserve the magic, I did not want it to get mixed up with real life chit chat. so I closed the message window, landed on earth, and googled " recipes for oil-based pasta sauces"..