Precisely one year ago, this here blogger was a little drunk.
It wasn't my fault; Air India had been extremely generous with their complimentary drink. I didn't want to seem ungrateful, and born of a desire to get my money's worth, I was on the other end of a small plastic glass full to the brim with whiskey. The nice lady in the purple sari also gave me two glasses filled with white-crazed ice to drink it with.
On the other hand and far below I was getting my first view of Arctic ice. Grey rolls of intricate waves lapped and strove around a stray iceberg, made tiny and insignificant by distance and the wide expanse of water. Then Greenland came, and after ten minutes of staring with an open mouth at the nunataks and snow I was asked to shut the window.
I half-dozed in a haze of Ballantine's whiskey.
So that's where I was one year ago. A year and a few hours ago, I wrote this blog post, sitting on a wobbly stool in front of a BT internet terminal with a dodgy metal spacebar key as people in kaftans and turbans and levi 501s walked by in the peoplewatching heaven that is Heathrow Departures.
A little less than one year ago; call it a year and six hours' time, I met Krissa, at the top of the stairs of Shiv's apartment in Brooklyn. She stumbled getting up to greet me, and smiled. Nine days later I asked her to marry me.
One year ago today.
you guys have an amazing story and i'm so glad you share it with us.
Thanks for this little trip back into your past. It was a treat! I was away from blogging for most of the year between your post today and the one a year ago. I recall that you had found someone, but I didn't realize that you had actually become married. Wow! Congratulations! When was the happy event? It would be great to read your archives of that period.