Overlapping

How else would one explain what happened?

She cried, seemingly a lifetime!

“My life would have changed by the time you are back“, she had texted him one day.

“I am gone only for a fortnight...”, read his text response.

“For change to take effect, a split of a second is enough…”

And how right was that. How had she known what was to come! Or did she, really? Was that another one of her fleeting statements that rooted itself in reality? from her texts this time.

Her head was reeling. That conversation was circling the deeper recesses of her mind scraping every inch of her sanity!

A lot had happened that evening. Then, through the night. Thereafter through the wee hours of the following morning. If the multiverse theory of parallel realities and manifesting the desired alternate outcome was real, she was witnessing herself standing at a point watching such a space in time.

That evening, she watched the fabric of reality warp at a point that was never meant to exist – precisely why, it never came to pass – in the past. The narrative bore no semblance to the future either because that moment she was witnessing was not meant to happen!! Ever!! Isn’t that the reason why it did not happen originally?

She was observing something that was not meant to happen – in this case – ever. She had agreed to see him only to apologize for being unable to see him for over two months.

Irrespective of what she manifested now, that moment in time had affected space already shooting her with a new momentum. Creating a new pathway. Offering a choice. Breaking the monotony. Or actually, maybe taking back to him… to the point where it was to happen and it didn’t.

1.

This was that point of change she promised she will send his way- if she came across one, ever. She had texted that a week back on her way home, terribly beaten.

That evening too, a few things happened. As usual, she had a parallel story running with tinkling of glasses at Chili’s… While in mind, in 5D, she was breaking down in continuum. He wept too with her, in 3D, for her to see that was looping her weeping like a mind numbing illusion.

It was difficult to watch her relationship-now no more showing up, taking charge of her and the situation at hand. She expected nothing of him now. Yet, there he was, stepping up, caring for her like one of his own. She wanted to turn away… or turn blind. She was failing to remind herself that that may not be the reality. She was dealing with the drama all by herself. Despite being with her ex live-in partner, she felt utterly lonely.

She felt helpless watching him being her elder, that father that her trauma brains keep looking for. Why now? It was too much for her to process. She wanted to act careless, hookup and scream her sobs out in sighs. She didn’t want to feel anymore.

God had different plans. He had sent her packing, booking her a cab keeping a tab on her trip. Why did it matter to him now?

It was in that moment that she texted her present association about sending a certain point of change when she comes across to him. She was keen in sending that critical juncture to him… and, why? Instead of seeking support, she was assuring him! Something she craved herself then.

How did she know about that point of change? Was that a premonition or one of her manifestations? From future.

She was writing a post. Right then, she took a pause and sent him a text reminding him of that conversation around sending him a point of change, sending him all the energy.

Music she was listening to since early morning ceased to play… as though the vibrations were redirected. From instrumental, it switched to lyrical on its own. She thanked the Universe, taking that as a sign, skipped the one playing and lo and behold! She was reintegrated to the instrumental playlist again!

Game of thrones – title track. Very apt! Godspeed.

She wished and prayed that that change of momentum that came her way be his. That sudden upturn of time, she wanted him to own and act upon. She could have gladly accepted that offer creating a newer reality keeping the linear timeline intact. Thus, letting the events unfurl how perhaps they might have, had she not sent change in time from now to that point in the past, to him.

She changed the course of events for all times affecting three lives directly in one fell swoop…

2.

If she could stop time, she would have frozen things around her and flown to him. She would have buried her face in him and cried till she faded. Only minutes before she had texted him.

“I miss you, …“

Was that her mind then, alerting her to flee, from what was to happen in minutes from then? Or was the mind pre-playing her emotions? But then, how was her mind pre-empting with such precision? Nothing was making sense to her.

She sat through one of the rarest conversations she had listened to only once before. He was the narrator then, that evening. The same evening when the moment to happen was to happen originally. And when that happened, she froze. Her response to unanticipated happenstance… becoming spellbound, speechless and dumbfound. The resemblance was uncanny.

Struggling in her mind to stay calm, she reached home. What she didn’t know that there was more to come.

3.

She was back in touch with someone she met last year, the evening before. The very first person she ever met via online dating site. For two people meeting on a blind date, they had hit it off very well. Alas! a frivolous misunderstanding. Their date crashed while discussing the follow-up date!! For last over half a year, she had pondered upon its reason. That wasn’t discussed that night they met or even later. A beautiful date that had all the bearings of a possible relationship ended in what just happened! Life brought them back together, again. Not in the same equation, obviously.

He had her number, then why hadn’t he called… “Nevermind, no love lost”, she thought. They got onto texting how they had last December. This was her opportunity to sort things out. And she didn’t let that pass. Their chemistry re-kindled with a spark.

She thanked him realizing how she “had him back” and not really losing him to time.

4.

That night had lined up some more sparks.

She ‘met’ someone online two months back. Their texting was a synchronized fireworks. After matching text and responses – word for word and line for line, for hours at a stretch, it didn’t lead anywhere – she was looking for a relationship nothing else, at all. How could texting someone feel so wholesome? It was more than the process and owing to the person. It wasn’t the content; but the context.

Once more they texted, almost after a month since their first texting date before she had deleted her profile from that dating site. She was sure, she wasn’t going to need it anymore. She created a new one after a week… so she could look him up again! She didn’t find his profile; instead, she connected with everyone she was in touch with including the ones she met.

Both the evenings they texted, she was disturbed. The second day or evening as it was, he too was upset. Strangely, she stumbled upon his profile; and he upon her like that was meant to be. That evening, they comforted one another like childhood buddies.

That night, he sent her links to some music compositions. She searched the numbers on Amazon music and created a new playlist for instrumentals. After listening to his music suggestions, she let the free flow playlist go on throwing random compositions. She kept filing them in her latest playlist. Her collection of music had another listing added into it, now. It was growing by the minute or maybe two or three, quite literally. Her music collection now had song suggestions from someone she met on a dating site! Even so virtually.

He called her “friend!” Shared his number and thus, she now had an online text-friend.

Music was one of her passions. Almost everyone she knew in life had at least one song associated with them creating a reminisce for the time post their exit from her life. One of the many ways, she remembered people… as though she ever forgot anyone even otherwise.

That’s the playlist she was listening to this morning when that stray number with lyrics played up almost to confirm transference.

For a moment, or maybe for a couple of hours thereafter, she experienced something unique. People were coming back to her now. So far, she lost them. And the opportunities too. Often, forever. She was beginning to lose the flavor of loss.

5.

She could barely see with her teary eyes. She had sent him an haphazardly typed text upon reaching home late last night. Then, deleted it immediately as though being advised by some invisible faculty. She decided to speak with him in the morning. She slept the night with eyes moist and open. Come morning, she texted him expressing her wish to see him, and realized that he was flying for work the same night! She had known about it- just not the date though.

What was the Divine upto? What was His plans for her association with him… she knew not. She thanked whatever had made her delete the text last night. She was stupefied at the way things were unfolding. She couldn’t help marvel at the fact that time waited for no one. What was she to do other than holding back! Deciding to not utter a single word, till he flew back, she switched off her trauma brain. And sent him this message:

“In my mind, I’ll fly with you… peeving you with my juvenile idiosyncrasy, freaking you out ever so often. I’ll listen to my music playlist, enjoy all the attention. I’ll get to take a backseat for once in life letting you care for me. I’ll compress that experience in subconscious creating layers of emotions deeper than love… I’m giggling at that thought. I have my face soaking with a trickling streak of tears. I’m imagining this time in my mind. And within this message, I’m living more vividly than I would in any reality.“

She decided to include that text as vignette to the post she was writing.

What looked like a floating unsettling time since the evening before was turning out to be the much required space of time now. She decided to deal with it on her own, and act accordingly. She would not include him till she figured it all out. It was her story, she needed to write it on her own. If at all to be told, she would all of that as past participle and not in present perfect continuous tense.

Just before his flight took off, she messaged him- “Who knows, next time, I might join you… yay“

“Sure. Thanks”

Was that a co-incidence that she was listening to Game of Thrones while concluding her post?

Also, if this was that point of change that she sent to him, then all along, was she creating her reality with her present association? Was she the reason why she met him instead of someone else? Did she influence that point in time in the past that never happened because she sent that point of change from now to him changing the sequence of occurrence? Did she text-meet some people all of a sudden again because timeline was jumbling up?

Did time regress, creating a tiny loop? So that the other reality never really happens? Perhaps, that was never meant to be.

She knew the Divine was at play creating -what seemed a time loop- helping her revisit certain points in happenstance. See- what she missed to notice the first time. Realize- what was truly required to be done. And decide on him, thereafter.

Something was indicating her- there was more to it.

Maybe, time created that moment for her to grab what she couldn’t the first time.