MCG- The Exuberant Woman with a Dulcet Voice.
She met me a few years ago on a friendly Pen pal site just like ours in a way- not a dating site I mean. Not a senior citizens’ exclusive site though. She was an Indian. She had used the name ”Bubbly” on the site while I used the name ”The Indian Poet.”
She later told me that being interested in poetry and music she was attracted to my name just as I told her I was attracted to hers. In fact ”Bubbly” is a nickname given to girls in India meaning ”Kiddo”.
She turned out to be a surprise multiple package for me. As she met me on Christmas day I called her MCG- ”My Christmas gift.” She called me SB- ”Santa’s Blessings”. I was always in search of — as I am even now– of people who can help me by acting as a muse or prompt for writing my verses/ short stories. She was just the one I needed as if tailor-made.
She had a great sense of humor, she would, giggle, laugh like a child. She was great in mimicking the sounds of a variety of birds and animals. In fact, she started mimicking me very soon. We chatted on Skype audio. We had decided to keep our identities hidden till we met. She was a Christian who stayed near a Goa- beach, in India, while I stayed at Mumbai.
She was a great singer too, who sang not only Indian film and light classical songs but carols and love songs in English too. She was 50 and I 55 that time. She helped me immensely in writing – so much so that I made her a collaborator in writing my poems at times. She joined the poetry site I wrote for. I always thought of her as a modern, happy- go- lucky, rather cute, smartly dressed very active and smart girl. We had decided to meet the next Christmas at a renowned Goan Church she stayed in the vicinity of.
And we did so.
I was rather amazed to see a handicapped very ordinary looking girl dressed in a sari seated in a wheelchair. I wished I had not met her, maybe she had not agreed to meet me as per her promise. What did I learn from that experience?
You can not make a guess what a person looks like just from his/ her sound. We became family friends soon as do not stay very far from Goa. She helped me in editing my poems and short stories I published later. Unfortunately, she is no more now. We lost her a couple of months ago.
I miss her badly each Christmas.
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Sorry for your loss Abhilaaj.
I am sorry, ever so sorry, Laj for YOUR loss….
I can understand why Christmas can be a sad time for YOU….
AS Ever,
Sunshine….I like YOUR Poetry…well most of it anyway….I have not had the opportunity to inhale very much of YOUR Poetry, just yet, Laj….but, I Promise, Cross My Heart….
AS Ever,
Sunshine
That’s a sad ending for your relationship with Bubbly, but you were privileged to have got to know her, I am sure you learnt much from her, just have to keep your sweet memories…..all smoke and mirrors on chat sites, who really knows the person we are typing and chatting to behind the screen…..
xx
Thanks Davidrv
Starlette or may I say Starlet Oh no, Star [ writer ] of SC
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Tommy H.
I am glad you spent time in reading/ commenting.
And that you liked it.
I’m not as impressed about the end as I am of the wonderful growth of this relationship. Beautifully written.
I should have said “not as saddened”.
Thank you for sharing your interesting story.
My dear Lone R. thanks many..The anecdote is the truth, not a work of fiction my dear. Thanks in tons. Blessings.
Dear ROSE
Umpteen thanks for reading and commenting. I am happy you liked.
”I should have said “not as saddened”.–How True Lone
Love the name you chose- tho’ you are not alone- I am with you too.
Oh, Abhilaaj, it took great courage to share your story. Here’s a hug, and many “sorry’s” for your loss. Just as she enlivened your writing, you lightened her life, providing joy and male friendship that makes every woman feel lovely.
Perhaps, you were her muse.
Tons of thanks K. I always felt that on line friendship was a knife you could cut your wrist with or a chop a capsicum with.
Fortunately I enjoy chopping vegetables.
Isn’t it a miracle that we can speak to people sitting at thousands of miles on click of a button..
Another lesson I learned was that God gives some thing unique to each person.
Yes we complemented each other.
Tons of thanks K. I always felt that on line friendship was a knife you could cut your wrist with or a chop a capsicum with.
Fortunately I enjoy chopping vegetables.
Isn’t it a miracle that we can speak to people sitting at thousands of miles on click of a button..
Another lesson I learned was that God gives some thing unique to each person.
Yes we complemented each other.
Hi, I had difficulty with it not knowing if this was fact or fiction mainly because you say you write poty and stories but it was lovely, nicely written.
My mistake above…..poty should be poetry. Oops, sorry
haha some times I do write while sitting on my potty too — no issues.
Abhilaaj, an interesting blog.
There was one part I was a little concerned with it was the line: “I was rather amazed to see a handicapped very ordinary looking girl dressed in a sari seated in a wheelchair. I wished I had not met her,”
I hope that she did not see your disappointment in your eyes. I have met quite a few people that I have talked to over some time. The person I like and maybe grow to love is the personality that I talk with. The physical appearance is not that important to me. Sure everyone would like to be a Patrick Swayze, Clark gable etc or alternatively a Marilyn, Rachel Welch etc. The fact is most of us aren’t and the differences in us are what make us special. After talking online on phone or in text maybe even on skype, there is no one I regret meeting, to be able to hug, hold hands or even Kiss someone you have grown to like/love is a wonderful thing.
She sounds like she was a wonderful lady please don’t regret having met her. You were lucky to have her in your life.
You are right, I was a mean guy in that sense I do confess.
In fact she was so much bubbly that the image I had in my mind was of a proactive happy go lucky woman.