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.