We entered the coffee shop.The same waiter that used to smile whenever someone enter the shop was there.From her facial muscles movement ,I guessed she smiled while on her face mask.
We sat at a corner table and had out first meal together after 6 weeks. Paediatric hit me hard emotionally and physically and the struggle still ongoing.
I poured a glass of water and handed it to her.
As usual I don’t talk much,I was in my own grumpy mood.
She as usual always had something to say.
“You’ve become so quite,’ she said.
‘Nothing like that.’
Deep inside,next week assessment,fingerflex,the issues with late submission of taglog,teaching,all kind of shit was floating in my head.
‘So ,tell me,what have you been up to?’she asked.
I remained silence for 70 seconds,a question that I dont have an answer.
‘I’m a misfit ,my batchmates became my MOs and I’m writing seen by for them.’
She smiled.
“Being late doesn’t mean a failure,maybe it means getting ready for something big.’
I don’t know if that makes me better but I realized that we don’t meet people by accident.They are meant to cross our path for a reason.
Some as our strength and some as our pain.After years I learnt there are far better things ahead than any we leave behind.
