8. One Never Forgets Their First Love 🌸 -The Human Condition- part 2

We discussed that upon my return to Canada I could ‘jump ship’ with her assistance so we could marry and run off into our own world.  We were young and certainly dreaming in the carefree style of youth but we felt it was something much more.

We spoke about other little things, a few more questions about each other but it was clear, our main topic of conversation remained my return and our wanting to be together for always.

We did not dance this evening.  We didn’t want to shift in any way from our fixed position there at the table.  I cannot describe too well exactly how it was and the only thing which comes to mind is this: it was like someone brought a heater over to our table, placed it there at our feet, making us so warm and cozy leaving nothing to exist outside our immediate parameter.

I was so confident this was completely beyond a simple flight of fancy.  We were melting over here, into one another!  Unfortunately for us, the clock continued ticking the seconds away and not only did she have to get home I too had to return to the ship.

Not once during the evening did we separate.  There would be the occasional glance over to the table her sisters occupied and always a friendly smile or wave was sent back our way.  I knew we had their approval.

It was about 10p and we had to admit it was time to say goodnight.  We both slowly stood up knowing that would begin the separation process.  We immediately embraced.  Funny how the departing embrace felt too short and not at all like the eternity of meeting again.  We held on to each other as long as we could and then I kissed her on the cheek.

She looked at me with that special smile of hers and right away she kissed me.  She kissed me!  Well then, I knew this was certainly meant to be.  Now I returned the kiss and wow, we were glued together in what brought back that feeling of eternity!

I don’t know how that moment spirited away but we found ourselves, with her roses in one hand and my hand in her other, at the table of her sisters and I knew I had to leave.

I said goodnight and thanked the girls for being so kind. “Good night lovely ladies, it’s been my pleasure.”  They replied with smiles and giggles, “We’ll see you soon!”

Sonia stood beside me and it was very clear to me, she did not want to be separated from me, nor I from her.  We were holding hands all this time and as I had to make a move towards the door, we held each other’s hand right up to the last touch of fingertips as they slowly fell away from the dream.

As I walked out the door I looked back and saw that Sonia was silently watching me.  Although there was a subtle smile on her lips, I sensed sadness in her eyes.  My heart felt hers.  We hesitantly waved to one another and I was out the door.  My heart remained in her hands.

I grabbed a cab and returned to the ship.  Now in my cabin, I changed into my pajamas, turned down my bed and sat on it.  I felt the need to say a prayer.  I asked God to help me return to Sonia, never letting us part again.

Also I asked Him to keep her healthy and happy …and then I saw her beautiful smile and so much love in her gentle brownish-blue eyes; well I guess my prayer trailed off at that point and I lay down, methodically pulling the covers over myself, to assure you the only thing I had in my mind was returning to Sonia.

I tried desperately to sleep but most of the night I was kept awake with images of her holding on to me.  They were so intense I could feel her body holding mine so tight as though she knew I would leave and …I knew Sonia never wanted me to leave.  In my heart, I did not want to leave her.

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8. One Never Forgets Their First Love 🌸 (the Human Condition) – part 1

My duties this day seemed to fly right by and thankfully the evening hours came swiftly; my thoughts were exhilarated to say the least.  I couldn’t wait to get back to the club and see Sonia again!

The other fellas didn’t want to go this evening.  Just as soon as I was off duty I rushed to the staff showers, got cleaned up and dressed warmly.  In fact I knew I’d look sharp if I wore my black jacket, which Stéphane had brought for me on one of his stopovers in Fiji.  Glad I packed it!

“Someone’s got a hot date!” the guys teased me as I was leaving the ship.  Outside I was able to hail a cab quickly; there are always a handful of taxis waiting around the ship.  Only moments before the nightclub came into sight, I noticed a florist shop.

It’s not like I had ever before bought anything special for a girl but the thought of presenting her with a selection of flowers sure encouraged me to feel good – this would be right.

I immediately asked the cabbie to let me out there.  I paid him and went into the shop.  I selected half a dozen red roses and had them arranged with a spray of ferns and wrapped in clear cellophane.  I felt pleased with myself and walked to the club in the crisp evening air.

I went inside and quickly looked around the room for Sonia.  Nowhere was she, not even her sisters.  I took a deep breath and I felt my heart beat slightly increasing for a quick moment.  I was amused by my reaction.

I made my way to an empty table and set the flowers down; still standing a server came over to ask if I wanted a drink. I ordered a chilled Canadian draft beer and sat down. I had taken one drink from the frosted glass and I looked to the door again.  It was a little after 7, still early in the evening I assured myself.

Before another drink could be taken, I saw Sonia walking in with her sisters.  This time my heart went straight into my throat!  She smiled bright as soon as she saw me and while her sisters, waving a nice hello to me, sat down together at a nearby table, she came straight over to me.  I said ‘hi’ with my awkwardly extended hand.

She spoke no words but her smile spoke volumes!  Sonia approached me so closely and we fell immediately into a very warm and very nice hug.   She was 2 or 3 inches shorter than me and I kissed her on the forehead.

After a moment of eternity, we released our embrace and she sat down.  I still stood and reaching for the roses and I handed them to her.  She looked at them lovingly and she said, “Ah, so beautiful!”  I immediately replied, ‘so are you.  You are so beautiful, just like these roses!’  She looked into my eyes, giggling.

Now I sat down.  The waiter came to take her drink order.  I could sense the sisters taking turns glancing our way.  A couple of them got up to dance.  The waiter brought Sonia a nicely dressed ginger ale and she sipped on it so sweetly.

Her hands were placed on the tabletop and well, after that hug, I instinctively reached out to take hold of her hand, that which was closest to me.  Sonia did not once pull her hand away.

We talked with deep purpose; it just fell immediately into our conversation that way, the seriousness of our discovery of feelings for one another.  This was revealed in the manner of our words themselves; we were making plans!

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Anybody out there got a time machine?  Blue Masala was hoping to hitch a ride!

How about that?  Two posts in one night!  Well, I thought I should make up a little for all the glitches; a bumpy start to be sure.  All that can change now and well no more apologies.  I’m still aiming to post every Sunday night about 8p.  As the musicians say, “Play it by ear.”  And so we will.

Good night and a blessed New Year wish for all!

7. Diamonds & Lumber – part 2

There was still time before lunch duty and so we relaxed on deck –yes, away from the passengers- and watched the ocean go by.  Regardless of how I was doing it, I was thoroughly enjoying my new adventures at sea.  I’d catch full views of whales occasionally and other fish swimming around too, it was fun!

It’s the 7th day and our ship is approaching Honolulu Harbor, it is still the dark hours of the morning. The ship has slowed its pace as it enters the waters of Hawaii, the Harbor Master must board, enter the Bridge and take over, bringing the boat into the port.

I am awake and find myself at the railing on deck to bare witness something I never even dreamed of; the lights of the city. Twinkling from the homes along the mountains were thousands of tiny lights; it was like someone tossed millions of diamonds on to hills of black velvet and I remember saying to myself, “Oh God this must be heaven.”

The experience of a different place; it is now twilight and as if lost in a dream yet feeling the state of wakefulness, I watch the sunrise happening over Honolulu. It was something completely new to me.

It wasn’t at all dark like Fiji as in the level of lights there; just as you cannot count the stars in the sky, it’s how the sight of those lights affected me at that moment. I am looking on at Waikiki.

Back to the kitchen for breakfast service with a definite air of excitement!  We’ve stopped here for supplies such as fresh water, fresh foods, mail and laundry exchange as well.  The length of our ship’s stay in port is 12 hours; our shore leave would be about 4-6 hours.

A group of us hailed a cab and asked the driver to take us to a great place where we could shop and check out a little of the local scene, which we could enjoy in a short period of time.  He took us to a big mall complex (which a few years ago I returned to, it was still there) and I ate pineapple of course!  And for another enjoyable treat I had a watermelon shake for the first time in my life, it was delicious!  I bought some Hawaiian shirts too.

Back to the ship and we are heading towards Vancouver, Canada and another 7 days at sea. Our ship is bringing sugar in from the plantations of Fiji for delivery into B.C., Canada. British Columbia was extending a wet welcome – it was soooo cold especially due to the fact I come from a southern tropical climate. I was used to warmer rains!  This rain was freezing and it was my first experience in cold rainy weather.

There was a warming period however – I met and fell in love (or so I thought) with a lovely French – Punjabi girl.  Sonia was 18 and one of many daughters of a sawmill big shot in Canada.  We first met at local nightclub, dancing and having a drink or three.  Hold on, I got just a little ahead of myself, so I’ll detail it out for you just a bit.

A friendly passerby on the street directed my friends and me to this particular club as we walked along the streets of Vancouver one early evening.  He too was an Indian national. We fell into a mutual hello as our eyes met, we all began conversing.

It started off with our ‘what to do around here’ answered with his suggestions of shopping, restaurants and a great club that was a good place where a younger crowd meets.  He told us that he too went there sometimes.

We found it and went in. It was a nice dance club, no hard liquor, only beer and soft drinks; that’s a good thing as younger people were welcome there too.  We grabbed a few seats and about 3 or 4 tables away sat a group of young girls.  I couldn’t see exactly their faces but naturally that assemblage received my attention.   Ah, eighteen and still so innocent.

At first it was difficult to catch a full glance of her face but as the girls began going off to the dance floor, I got a clearer vision.  And I’m so glad I did.  She and I definitely began to notice one another; it was that subtle eye flirtation and shy quickly looking away yet a corner smile would form as the head turned.

And every time I looked her way I noticed she too was looking my way.  All the while I’m going through fifty ways in my head as to my approach and if I did, what should I say?  This went on all evening.  I felt we were surely on to something and I wanted to know what that might be. I felt she may be thinking the same things, I hoped.

Well that night, we didn’t meet, the guys and I just hung out for maybe two and a half hours but not once did this young lady and I verbally communicate.  The guys and I had to return to the ship for an early morning start for breakfast, so we left and that was that.

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Sonia is of course a fictitious name but trust me, the young Canadian gal was very real  🙂