There are enough and more absolute absurdities everyday. No more so for someone with the "put on too much weight" category. And the put on too much weight category witnesses this - old friends, batch mates and colleagues running into them at airports or coffee lounges and either failing or refusing to register cognisance.
Such a pity. For me. This particular day I was enroute to my vacay destination and I came full frontal "cannot avoid contact" contact with a batch mate from B school. She was always slim and gorgeous. Now after a child even more so. She looked up once and once more...completely failed to recall who I was. I could see in her eyes the glimmer of confusion followed by the blank "who cares anyway" look.
Can't blame her. It's been eight years and thirty five kilos.
So I slipped off, quietly; not doubting for a moment that if she dwelled on it just a moment longer, she'd recall exactly who I was. But by then I would have waddled far off. At least I got to avoid the "what the hell happened to you?".
So I win. One more day of burying my head in the sand and pretending the world cannot see. But more of that later. Need to go get a magazine or something to hide behind. Refuse to permit anymore run into 's today.
