My life changed, it really changed today. I’ll set the scene.
Ayisha and I were on the bus home. We had a long and odd last day of school filled with the typical coming-of-age worries and woes, our bellies were full with quesadillas, sushi and the tragic tea from the shady tea place next to the bin that was on fire.
The sky outside was too perfect for any human words to do justice. There were rolls of milky sheets of silk, draped around a hazy pink sky. I had never seen a pink so soft and delicious before. You could sense subtle and minuscule shifts taking place every second within the celestial artwork, but it also felt so eternally still and content. And then there was the Moon.
Oh! The Moon!
She was cloaked in pastel mist, yet still gleaming through fiercely.
She’s 96% full yet I had never quite seen her so complete before.
The Moon hung gracefully in the sky, as though carefully placed there by God Herself! Which she probably was.
The evening was full to the brim of magic and mysticism, we were beyond lucky to witness it all.
So Ayisha and I had a lengthy discussion that took many detours and turns, as we always do.
We discussed our heartache and failure, the logistics of escaping our parents and the necessary documents to do so. We fangirled and gossiped, vibed to the distant murmur of Frank Ocean and reflected on just how utterly full of joy we are. We acknowledged how right now are ‘the good old days,’ and how lucky we are to be living such privileged and easy lives.
We realised all the delicate factors that had to fall into place in order for us to share this very moment.
Both of our parents had decided to move continents and end up at the exact same place, at the exact same time. We both had decided to leave our gross all-girls schools and end up at the exact same one. We both decided to approach each other during a coincidental science class and spark the exact same conversation that we did.
It’s all exact happenings, leading up to this exact bus ride.
Ayisha turns to me, wide-eyed and undergoing an epiphany.
‘I trust life Arunita. I really trust life.’
It hits me at that moment. I really am living a life of fruitful happenings and decadent blessings. I was able to drink honeydew tea today, and paint glittery highlight across my cheeks and nose, like it was war paint. I get to catch buses, walk with legs of my own and decorate hair that I grew with bows and butterfly clips. I get to sneak out to get Mexican food and I’m here right now, with my soulmate of many lifetimes, observing the type of beauty of our Earth that leaves you breathless and having one of those conversations that stay with you for the rest of the lifetimes to come.
I really do trust life.
No matter the moments where I feel paralysed, or so utterly tired that I’m nauseous or trying to claw out of the deepest and darkest metaphorical pit,
Even then,
Especially then,
I really do trust life.
I am in love with life.
We are off the bus now, walking. We giggle as cars whiz by, stepping on and off the road, in an awkward dance of indecision. Frank continues his gentle humming and we don’t say too much now, besides the occasional ‘ooo’ and ‘ahh’ at the moon.
“It’s us against the world,” I say to Ayisha.
“It really is.” She nods back.
We are both unaware of any time and place outside of us, outside of now, outside of this beyond nirvanic moment.
I hold onto her arm a little tighter.
We’re exactly where we’re meant to be.
We feel it. We know it. We trust it.
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