The Desolate road

I stand at my window watching the desolate streets on Saturday evening, while the trees sway to the gusty winds and the rain continues to beat down.  Even though it has only rained most of the day, I feel like I have not seen the sun in days.

Despite all the warnings about the weather, I decided not to heed any of it and instead chose to head to the farmers market.

When I got there, even though I was gone for one weekend, the welcome I received made me feel like I was gone for weeks on end. I realized how much I will miss the friendly banter every Saturday morning once the market closes in December. Every year I tell myself that it is too much work and I am not going back, however, a new year rolls around and there I am back again slaving over the oven on a Friday evening.

The wind is blowing insanely now, making me not want to leave the comfort of my home. So I stay in and dream about Sunny california, blue skies, sunset sails,  long drives along the beach to Malibu and the best friends I miss.



Considering there is not much I can do on a rainy day, I head to the kitchen and start cooking. Cold, rainy days make it perfect weather for turning the oven on, listening to music and having a glass of wine.



Once dinner was done, I sit down to read a book someone I met recently gave me as a token of thank you for being his friend. It was  a book by Kahlil Gibran. To be honest I felt guilty, mostly because he had this inscription in the book “this book is a little piece of me for you to keep. Thank you for being my friend”.  To me he is just an acquaintance and not someone I would call a friend.

This made me realize that there are some people we call friends and who might not think of us as friends and there are others we call acquaintance and but think of us as friends.  I no longer use the word friend loosely, it is not about having a drink or meeting for dinner that makes a friendship, it is so much more than that.

Reading through the book, this poem on friendship was one of my favorites which I want to share.

On Friendship
Kahlil Gibran

Your friend is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.
And he is your board and your fireside.
For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.

When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the “nay” in your own mind, nor do you withhold the “ay.”
And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;
For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.
When you part from your friend, you grieve not;
For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.
And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.
For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.

And let your best be for your friend.
If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.
For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?
Seek him always with hours to live.
For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.
And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

About my random musings

I am originally from South East Asia and I moved to the US about 15 years ago to follow my heart. My heart has since been broken a few times, but I continue to be on journey of trying to mend it. I could talk about running, baking or writing in a small crowd, but put me in a room full of strangers and I will be the one standing in a corner people watching. When I am not writing or running, I would be in my kitchen, flour strewn all over the kitchen counters, music playing in the background and me just rolling and folding dough, excited about what my creation will turn out to be. Besides that I love passionately, when I love, I give it my all, not always a good thing, but that is who I am. I jump both feet in and sometimes I come out with regrets but having learnt a lesson. I believe everything happens for a reason and this is my place to share bits and pieces of my life, my adventures and sometimes misadventures. Hope you enjoy reading my stories as much I enjoy sharing them with you.
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2 Responses to The Desolate road

  1. Chandani says:

    I like reading Gibran too.His stuff is so meaningful.Nice post.

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