Dear Box,

The call took me by surprise. You never call at that time of the day. While staring at my phone I told myself "Let's see what happens next." You gave me that laugh that I love. It was contagious. You asked why I sounded so happy on a Monday morning. I said I'm always happy. "Will you be this happy when you meet me tomorrow?" I said Yes. Something told me that even if the bus journey drained me of all my energy and work tired me out, I would still be chirpy when I met you. After all, I do pick my moods, don't I? We spoke. We were bubbling with stories, gave each other hints of what was happening and I quite like how you mentioned - You're the first person I called! It helped me keep that smile on.

I stayed away not because I was angry or upset. I just needed my time off to evaluate things. It worries you that I might turn aloof. How cute is that? Never for you... I really am just a phone call away. No matter how irritated or miffed I am with you, your secret weapon drives it all away. I hate that laugh!

Tuesday. How hard you tried to get me hooked on to that game. I promise you, Solitaire is the best that I can do. And trust me, I never ever feel like a guest at your place. In a lot of ways, it feels like my own house.

The breezy terrace was the perfect setting. We laughed, came up with theories - She's going to be really sophisticated and he's going to study the movement of white mice. Eh! How boring! Let's try this - Lots of dogs, a few kids and frequent visits. You bake me brownies and I'll churn out cookies. Oops! Time to go downstairs. Out comes the guitar... and amplifier... and processor... and then a voice that tries hard to sing a Beatles number. It slowly moves to a Hindi song. I step out for a minute and I'm welcomed with "I'm yours"... maybe because I once mentioned to you how crazy I am about that track. Of course, and how can we forget the ritual? I viewed my Youtube video for the day.

Love hits us in a lot of forms. Sometimes we make it out to be something that it definitely isn't and sometimes we ignore it. Today what I sensed was just plain love. It was platonic and pure, it was simple, it did not make us uncomfortable, it was complete. I didn't feel the need to justify or explain things to myself, it didn't trouble me that we still have very little in common and I definitely didn't feel like leaving. I know you didn't want me to. Maybe we finally moved away from the weirdness, insanity and frustration and allowed ourselves to connect with each other. Maybe we've just grown up. Like I told you, I'm glad we didn't give up on each other.

I know for a fact that you treasure this as much as I do.

Love,
Your little girl