Wish You Were Here

It's weird how life ends up introducing you to people you probably never expected to meet. Some of them end up being a friend, some of them leave you with a lesson, and then there are those rare occasions that introduce you to people who end up being a reflection of yours. Well, maybe not a perfect mirror image of me, but a uniquely distorted one for sure.

One of those reflections is Kavita, a smile that caught my eyes. A smile so overpowered, so exaggerated, it'd make you think that everything's perfect in her life, but then you remind yourself of your own life, and it hits you that maybe that smile hides a million lies.

After all, my years on earth have taught me that life is good with deceptions, and smiles, smiles are powerful mirages.

Anyway, I need to confess that yes, I am grateful I ended up befriending this annoying, very wrinkly, and old (mentally) grandma, who warned me that she's going to ruin my clothes with boogers. Yes, nose boogers, creepy, isn't it? I know!! Pray for me, please. Also, that's disgusting (and nope, she will not be allowed to use my handkerchief, thank you very much!)

This grandma, Kavita, is difficult to understand, yet you can read her like an open book. She is very annoying, a galling woman who gets her energy from doing something meaningful for people who need help.

She's strong, stronger than an elephant (cliché), but we'll keep that part for the next chapter. It is a forbidden topic, and talking about it might spawn some demons.

Kavita is one of those annoying people who are always ready to help others. It's like you can probably call her at 3 in the morning for help, and she'll be there to help you out. It's something so weird that it makes me nauseous. Like, for real! I puke several times while I talk to her.

Surprisingly, she loves sketching. God, she is good at sketching! Her sketches will make you question reality for a moment, and it's difficult for me to imagine that someone so childish, so galling, can end up being so mature and talented when it comes to art.

Kavita is not just a girl, she is an unfinished novel, and surprisingly, she reminds me of a star.

I love stars; I enjoy staring at them. Okay, maybe I don't stare at them, but their presence, I mean knowing that they exist somewhere far away from me, and yet I can visualize them, is a comforting feeling. No, I'm not an astrophile; I don't indulge in those star-gazing rituals. It's just that I find joy in the fact that something out of my reach, something I can't even touch or feel, can someway somehow bring a smile on my face. Now, it's one of the weird things my brain does, and I still don't understand why, why I find joy in something that I cannot possess, but it's just how things are.

Anyway, how is this remotely related to Kavita's story? Well, as cheesy as it sounds, she's like that special star to me. That extra-bright one that is so bright in the night sky that it ends up catching your eyes. Yes, Kavita makes every other star around her fade away. Sadly, this isn't the only similarity between Kavita and the stars. She also ended up being that star I can't reach. She's that star I can stare at, smile at her stupid jokes, be a part of her annoying rituals, squint my eyes to avoid going blind because of her extra weird smile, but fun fact, the director of my life strictly prohibits me from having any feelings for her.

Yuck, did I talk about emotions? Let's pretend that I did not say any of those.

I mean, I'm not pissed; I am thankful because if my life's director hadn't introduced me to this certified moron, I probably would have missed out on a lot of awkward adventures in life. After all, her whole existence is more or less a compilation of awkwardness and a lot of fantasies where she's saved me from the deadly mermaids of Volva island.

I don't know how to end this chapter, it seems so short, yet it's meaningful to me. Maybe it's just me being delusional because I am too lazy to type anything else right now, or maybe some books are meant to be left incomplete.

(Prompt 7)