“Norwegian wood“, said the man with a grizzled beard and thick eye-glasses as he ran his hand across the polished surface of the dining table lovingly. “It’s a bit worn and some of the woodwork seems to have lost its original luster, but it’s been in my family for ages. I hate to part with it…but such are the times. Between you and me young lady, I’ve always felt there was a bit of magic in this wood…”
She didn’t really believe in things magical and mystical but she was drawn to the sincerity in the mans voice and without really thinking about it, it found its way into her home.
That was over five decades ago. Over time, that table had grown into a favourite destination in her home. It was where family and friends sat down to enjoy hearty meals together. It was where silent tears had fallen and hours had been spent laughing. It was where counsel was given, comfort received and prayers whispered.
Perhaps that old man had been right. Perhaps the table was magic. For it was around that table that she had been made privy to the secret of a happy life – Eat, Pray, Love.
-Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami
-Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert.
So, when he dropped subtle hints about things he wanted her to do differently, she made changes without batting an eyelash. She became exactly what he desired, and the changes? Minor adjustments in their relationship.
But, he still walked out on her. Leaving her sobbing on her doorstep. He said he was unhappy. That she was so perfect, she had unfortunately become quite boring. His words, uttered so callously, were daggers in her heart for she was now in a peculiar predicament.
She had successfully become Ms. Perfect, but she was no longer Ms. Right…
I miss you. There. I said it. I don’t know if I am allowed to anymore, things being the way they are, but it’s how I feel. I wander the halls at home a little dazed on so many days, constantly thinking of you. Because I still need you…like I have for so many years.
Do you remember how close we were? Spending hours and hours together? Uninterrupted. In silence. Alone in our own little world? At peace in each other’s company? There was very little that could separate you from me…but now, how things have changed! It’s been almost a year since we began growing apart…but the ache I have because of your absence only grows stronger everyday.
Oh Sleep!! How I miss you! Come back to me, please?
As I watch my baby sleeping
And stroke her soft hair
I can’t help but say
An earnest whispered prayer –
I pray you know you are so loved,
And are always surrounded by people who care,
That you have friends
Who will always be there.
That in this scary world
You are always safe
That in the arms of loved ones
You can always find solace
That you grow up to be kind
And help those in distress
That you experience heartbreak
And learn the power of forgiveness.
That you always have a roof
To cover your head
A meal at your table
A pillow and bed.
That you are always gentle
With those not as strong
That you have courage
And fight for those wronged
That you know you are beautiful
No matter what anyone says,
That you chase your dreams
And do well – all your days.
There is so much I pray,
For you, now sleeping so peacefully
But what I want most of all,
Is for you a good person to be.