My next story is in search to find.
To find that someone, to spend some time with.
In the love department.
Sounds a bit scary I have to say.
My mind is bringing me to a time when I was in university.
I studied social science or at least it was put in that box.
Government administration it was called.
It was this class called sociology that I followed and the professor said something.
Well he said quite a lot.
It was something that he mentioned.
That opened my ears.
He said that he could predict who we were going to get married to.
I was intrigued, perhaps just a little interested.
To keep that distance.
For me to find my own answer.
Not getting influenced by his words.
Being safe in my own time and space.
And so I listened.
To what he had to say about that.
Where to find my lover or where he was so sure I was going to meet him.
He talked for a little while.
I wasn’t really listening, because why should I.
I think I speak for a large crowd or at least the ones that went to school, who never really listened to the teacher.
At least the words they were saying.
And then he mentioned again that he could predict where we would find our partner for life, the one that we were going to marry.
My attention fired up and I looked at the seats in front of me.
I don’t know why.
However I did.
They were empty.
Or at least a few.
I remember from another course of European politics about the story of the empty chair by the Prime Minister of England, Sir Winston Churchill.
If I am correct.
Could also be Margareth Thatcher.
I am not sure anymore who it was that left their chair as a leverage to win an argument.
Don’t know anymore what was the big deal.
Just that the chair was empty.
A message of importance.
The professor of Sociology continued his talk, while my mind had wandered off for a few seconds, perhaps some minutes.
I was actually a bit disappointed about what he said.
About who we were going to marry.
It was so obvious that I almost felt bad about myself.
That I couldn’t have figured that out by myself.
It was the way I felt that made me remember that class, of where to find the one I would marry.
The words that stayed in my mind for all that time, since that class.
About 15 years already.
And since it was already a long time ago.
It could be that these weren’t exactly his words.
However the meaning of it covers what he said.
“Your partner who you marry is someone within your reach of one meter”.
And when he said that, I was like.
How can that not be?
That was so obvious.
This person should be in your surroundings.
That is my interpretation.
At least one day.
And that doesn’t have to be specific on the day of marriage.
I hope in my case I will meet him a bit more in real life.
And then my mind wandered again.
I finished my class and succeeded.
Passed the exam.
Now I don’t think about it anymore so much as what that professor once said.
Whatever that reach is where I find that person I am going to get married to.
It could be a look on his face.
Or just a meeting in time and space, where I feel comfortable and at ease.
Just to keep it open and let things happen accordingly without any interference.
So whoever you might be.
I hope at least you are nice and kind.
And when that day comes, I would say something like.
“My name is Lakshmi”.