She's scared of the lizard. Again.
I know she is not the sort to scare easy, but lizards somehow get to her. Horror stories, horror movies - those she gobbles up. She's a Poe fan; she still keeps his books on her bedside table. She doesn't read them as often now, but she holds on to them. Relics from her childhood - the memory of a story perhaps... or a feeling. Oh, she's full of feelings, this one.
Laughter. Her sense of humor is dark but she has an easy smile - one that she offers up readily and with no hesitation. I've heard everyone tell her this. And a deep voice that feels incongruous in such a small frame. Her friends get to hear her laugh and often say it sounds like a donkey braying. It's definitely not pretty. Only those who love her get to hear her truly chortle with laughter. I've heard it and it's... interesting. It goes on and on like an ECG machine spilling out its graphs: troughing when she's out of breath, cresting when she is reminded of whatever it was that tickled her. Endless.
Labor. I know she loves her work and works hard at whatever she does. I sense that it is important to her - gaining respect and being known for what she does. She'll spend hours if she has a tricky problem to solve and that is the part that bores me the most. Loss. Like all of us here on this blue dot, she is defined by loss. I see it in her eyes when she thinks no one is watching, staring into her favorite whiskey. Reading connects her to the universe - similar griefs, same tribulations. Reading reminds her of the loves she lost and writing brings them back. And so it goes on and on.
Love sustains her. Her partner of 19 years is the source of her energies, her confidante, her partner in crime. Her relationships with her mother, her sisters, her friends clearly mean a lot to her. I like hearing her talk to the maid, the gardener - she is funny. Well, at least she tries to elicit a chuckle. I can't chuckle too much since it is out of character for me. So I remain stoic.
She loves the sea; hates the rains.
She loves eating; will do anything to not-cook.
She loves partying; but will not stay out beyond 12 am.
She loves reading. If anyone disturbs her, she turns feral (I seen it).
She loves samosas, hates mangoes. Yes, I almost abandoned her at this point.
She loves snakes and hates lizards.
She's a weird thing but I guess it is alright for now. For me, this is a temporary thing and she is good company; so I guess I will have to make do. I do wish she were a bit less 'shouty' about lizards. I know she is not afraid of ghosts though. One stormy night, I looked in on her to check if she was okay. And I could have sworn she saw me and smiled.
