Tarot of My Life

Chapter 6: King of Swords

Why?  Why is it so painful and difficult to come out of the trap called blind sincere love and attachment specially if you are a woman. why do we let a man so much  deeply embedded in our own existence that taking out him seems like killing a part of your own existence and it seems brutal like dissecting your own limb and cutting it before throwing away forever. 

Anahata was going through this big change of being away from that poisonous part of her blind in love existence. She was also trying to navigate the lessons life had thrown her path.  She was in the process of  letting go of the part of her past. She was learning to embrace change, and facing the tough realities of life after the emputation. She had ended things that no longer served her but a sense of lack was not leaving her. She had days when she felt happy to be out of the trap but then she missed the sense of security that a man being around you provides. These days were a mix of self-reflection. She worked for healing from old wounds. She was very deeply trying to reset her outlook. 

Then one fine day in the midst of this whirlwind, She got something that catapulted her once again. It was a two sentence message from Aarushi, her best friend. She found the message broke through the fog.

"Guess who's back in town? You won't believe it!"

Anahata felt restless as her heart raced like a horse who is adamant to win the race. Those few words filled her with utter curiosity. Aarushi used to often mention  Vikram being there in the Us with them. He was their childhood friend who always brought laughter and good vibes being a close buddy when they didn't consider gender of any of their friend being innocent. Later in early youth they were a gang of three monkeys chirping and mingling. He had this rare ability to make people feel truly seen, and his wit and charm naturally drew others toward him even after growing to early adulthood. Aarushi was in touch with him even when he had shifted to the US as a cool, controlled, as well as ambitious young man. and after some time she also shifted to the US after getting married. Vikram  became a close friend to Aarushi's husband too. 

Now the thought of reconnecting with him sparked a wave of nostalgia in Anahata, memories of their carefree youth resurfacing—laughter, joy, and a simplicity she hadn't felt in a while.

A few days passed, and soon she received an invitation to meet Vikram at a local café. A simple message, but to Anahata, it felt like it carried so much more—a out of the way possibility, perhaps.

Throughout the time she got ready that morning, her mind buzzed with great anticipation. How much  would he have changed? How will she see him as a grown-up mature man? What if he has changed as a man of the US air like someone with high standards? Would they pick up where they left off, or would they feel like strangers after all these years? Her mind kept churning these unanswered questions which were to be answered in a while from now.

Today the city roads which were familiar seemed unknown to her aura. The streets which were like her close buddies were not in a mood to let her touch them as she was almost flying in an air of seven colours of rainbow. Everything of her city felt different as she walked into the café, a mix of excitement along with numbing  nervousness was bubbling within her making her float not walk. The vibes were enchanting.

After she entered the café the excitement heightened. Her eyes scanned the room until they locked onto Vikram who was sitting by the window. For a moment, everything seemed to freeze even her breathe slowed down. 

There he was the long lost angle of the triangle of close buddies who seemed like a stranger now but a deadly charming grounded alluring man. He looked at her and stood up, she felt like fainting because she forgot to breathe. Standing he looked taller, more self-assured, but still he was the same Vikram the one with that easy smile, the smile that had always put her at ease. His presence stirred something in her, a blend of familiarity and the curiosity of who he had become after all these years. He looked up matching eyes to eyes and grinned widely the moment their eyes met, coming very close to greet her.