THREE-- right here! right now!

Some accidents are sweet. Buying a book; coming back home with the wrong one and then realizing that the book is actually good was the sweetest accident that happened to me this summer.

It was old. The pages were yellow. The book was damaged, in a sense that the pages were folded badly at the edges; torn in some parts.The cover was made from cardboard, covered with a blue velvety cloth and the letters DIARY were printed on it in an odd shade of gold. I held the book delicately and turned to the first page. the entire top half of the page was empty. I was filled with excitement and shock when I glanced at the year- on the top of the page, printed in bold was the year-1978.
and at the end of the page-

"Dear diary! welcome to the world of Three! but don't get excited; my life sucks!"

I carefully turned to the next page. It took me seventeen seconds and seven lines to realize that this person called herself 'three' and yes! it belonged to a certain she. Over the next two pages I learned a lot of things about her. She was a woman about the age of twenty five at that point of time. She was an orphan, was a small employee at a big firm; her job paid her enough to lead a comfortable life, but she had no friends and no family. I came to the end of page four; paused; took a deep breath and told myself that this is going to be different. I leaned back into my chair and turned another page.

"Another day, another month and another year have just passed. People all over the country are celebrating and my colleagues are having a party, but i find no reason to join them. what should I celebrate? the departure of the old year or the arrival of a new one? The entire year has been boring and I have been alone and this new year doesn't promise anything better...."

and as I read through several other pages, one thing was very clear- this girl truly and wholeheartedly hated her life. I turned one more.....

" Its another dull, foggy winter morning and London doesn't look any different." It was then, at that moment I understood it totally or I thought I did. A girl's diary, that too from 1978 and London, for a second i thought i was in a crazy dream. I told myself that this was true and I was lucky. It felt nice to read through thoughts of a previous generation and that too International thoughts. I continued reading...

"Aby is the only half- friend I have and she is the only one who has a little concern for me. Around her I feel different. Today I had lunch with her and Jenson(her boy-friend). I liked the way he took care of her. It feels nice she says. She says- He makes me feel different, he makes me feel special, as if I am wanted. Would I ever feel special? would there be anyone who would care for me? When would he come around? I wish he existed and I wish he were here, right here! right now! "

I wish you were more than just a dream,
I wish you were true.
I wish you were with me,
I wish you were here, right here! right now!

I wish you could make me feel different,
I wish you could take care of me,
I wish you could make me feel special,
I wish you were here, right here! right now!

I wish you would hold my hand,
I wish you would take me into your arms,
I wish you would look into my eyes and say 'I love you',
I wish you were here, right here! right now!

I wish you would come quickly,
I wish you would cast your charm,
I wish you would sweep me off my feet,
I wish you were here, right here! right now!