TIME REDEFINED. a short story
I first met IJE when I followed Lola to the clinic at the onset of her pregnancy, she was the kind and gentle receptionist on duty that lovely day, and like a rocket locked into orbit, we found our own special place in the universe. Thus started a friendship that grew like a plant genetically modified to flower early, we could hardly let go of each other.
However, times and seasons after this serendipitous meeting, after my graduation, I'm back with Lola at that same clinic. Mind not the fact that seeing IJE again was an extra motivation to follow Lola this time. Sitting under the ever welcoming Almond tree, we chose to relive the memories we've made. I reminded her of how she has patiently transformed me from a doubting Thomas to a believing Cornelius of love.
We even spoke about how over time we have climbed the Everest and Kilimanjaro despite her obvious Agoraphobia, not forgetting to bring afore the challenging occasion of her aestivation, and how calmly we both lifted the cyst. Truly, a lot has happened since we met.
We were busy reminiscing how the "years" of this friendship has molded us into better persons, when I felt a painful jab upon my shoulder, that delivered me to the doorsteps of reality. Such was the impact of Lola's bag as her last desperate attempt to catch my attention, yet as though not enough disturbance, it was accompanied by a shrill voice that sought an explanation for why all attempts to catch my attention for the last century of seconds went fruitless.
She had just concluded her appointment with the doctor and came bearing good news of how the doctor confirmed that her first trimester which ended yesterday has gone so well. Yes, this is great news, but there was a certain part of my brain that just couldn't reconcile the timeline, for here is a printed document saying my first meeting with IJE was just 3 months ago, on the other hand however, my mind kept reassuring me that we've spent years with each other.
This confusion sent all the neurons in my nervous system on an expedition as I wondered how the pregnancy can just be three months old. But when these neurons returned as victors from this trip, they brought this singular message :
Time is after all a relative concept whose length is determined only by how it is spent, for some bonds are so deep they defy even real time.