I haven't asked my dad anything about Mary Jane. For those who understand, I thank you for allowing me my discretion. For those who don't understand my underground jargon, go, Google the words you don't understand. And in case you happen to be lazy enough to not bother looking up things you don't understand, you might as well not read any further.
It's been a while since I've started enjoying slow walks. Feeling every breath, every step, soaking in all your surroundings. It ain't a race against time any more, each time that I grant the ground below my feet the privilege of bearing my weight. That's just me being an arsehole as usual. But seriously, being able to absorb all of the beauty around is an ability that few of us are left with.
What I am about to say comes purely from experience. Before I start, no apologies. This ain't a family show. So as I was saying, I had a rod up my arse. Perpetually. I still fear that vestiges of that rod still remain somewhere down south. Each time I moved from place A to B, I wanted to be the first one to reach the other end. Why, I know not. Somehow, it was secretly fun to be the jerk to turn up first at any place, and lose precious moments of life wondering why the others ain't that eager to walk fast. I remember a very non-contextual quote by Ratan Tata..
"Walk fast if you want to walk alone. If you want to walk for long, walk together."
Maybe the first part of the quote makes sense. But the quote, for me, makes little sense on the whole because if you're in a group walking together, and you are adjusting your pace to be part of the group, you're being phony.
Anyway, walking fast was sort-of-fun. But somewhere in time, I remember not when, I was introduce to Mary Jane. She smelled strange... smoky, if I may say so. But in a good way. I didn't notice how, but she was the first ever creation that could ever so much as budge that rod out of my uptight hind. She loosened me out, without turning me reckless. She actually left me a lot more at peace, unlike most ladies I've some to know, except for maybe one. That, some other day. As for Mary, she turned into a friend. The first one I was happily willing to share. That's another thing I could sort about myself. Possessiveness. Well, almost sort.
The best part was that I never "needed" Mary. Encounters with her remained unplanned, elusive almost. But that's how we liked it, I suppose. At least, that's how I liked it. She's suddenly pop out of nowhere, leaving me in an eternal daze. I'd sleep like a baby on her lap, only to wake up like I'd been granted a fresh lease on life. All that big talk, fast walk and balk began sounding so pointless. A facade that covered things, like wax, melted away.
It's been a while I've met Mary. The other day, I was walking my walk, taking in all of my wondrous surroundings, just as I'd learned being with Mary. I smelled her, but barely. But that's all you need of Mary, a whiff, to unmistakably know that she's close by. I looked to my left. And oh yes! It was her. With someone I didn't know, teaching him the lessons I'd come to learn just a while ago. And that's cool. It's making the world a better place, a happier place. Besides, I knew that she'd some to me when I call.
I looked the guy taking lessons from Mary dead in the eye. He looked scared for some reason. Strangely, an enormous 1000 watt smile erupted from my face. I must have looked like an idiot with that smile. But that put the scared chap at ease. he responded with his version of a 1000 watt smile. And yes, he looked like a bum. A worse one than I did, I'm sure. That's the thing about Mary. She's probably the only one successfully making people smile, since goodness knows, beginning of humanity.
Mary doesn't look her age though.
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