As part of my work, I’ve been roped in to contribute a dot to a large canvas of research that’s expected to revamp the public health system in the country. I received an email yesterday, asking for a short bio and a photograph to be uploaded to the collaboration’s website. As thrilled as I was about being featured in such a space, having to produce a picture bugged me. I didn’t have any.
Well, I have tons of pictures with friends. In a group, I’m a hoot. I look amazing when there are people around me whose energy I can feed off of. I love being with friends, and that shows in the photographs. You can almost hear the laughter.
I sat at my desk today morning and felt alive after weeks. Like, truly alive. Let’s-get-up-and-go-and-get-things-done alive. I took in a deep breath, turned to my colleague and proclaimed that I was back.
She obviously had no idea what I was talking about, since I hadn’t exactly left and had been hale and hearty in the real world to all intents and purposes. She blinked at me without comprehension for precisely two seconds before looking back at her screen.
I caught myself doing some dance moves in front of the mirror while brushing my teeth yesterday. For a moment, my mirror self froze, and then smiled and nodded at the positive spring in my step before going on her way.
My father’s voice had a surprising lightness to it as he spoke. The medicines that helped him control his wild mood swings over the last two years also reduced him to a rather mournful figure, with an eerie quietness always hanging about him. I was used to him sounding distant, so it was strange that he sounded almost happy over the phone.