Pete: “So you did what you always wished for! What does Waaats..what did you say the name was….what does it mean?“
Anagha: “V-a-a-t-s-a-l-y-a…..it means mother’s unconditional love for her child.
Pete. Let us not do this. I will come straight to the point. When I came to New York, I did not fathom that I will meet you. I did not think that I will ever sum up the courage to see you again. But the rainbow……..no nothing……
Something made me do this.
Linda could have continued with her pestering and taunts but the aghast look on Pete’s face made her stop. Being concerned she asked, “What is wrong? You look like you have seen a ghost.“
Pete narrated the evening story to Linda. Both of them were silent for a moment. Pete had never told Linda the real reason for their break up, he had just announced that he is no longer seeing her.
Linda looked into his eyes and said, “You might be able to hide it from the rest of the world but Pete….I know your truth. I know why you cannot let go off New York.“
Pete looked scandalized, he had taken enormous amount of effort to keep it as his treasured secret as he knew no one will understand it.
Linda with moist eyes said, “It is Grandpa. I know it is for him…“
And in that very moment Pete thought he was naked in front of the world. His heart gushed with too much blood from the arteries and mind flooded with so many memories. His Grandfather lived in NYC. The den where he lived currently belonged to his grandfather. His grandfather was more like a dad to him than Bill ever was or could be. He had too many treasured moments in NYC with his Grandpa until 9 years ago when he passed away.
He reminisced the time when he got his first pet, a Labrador which was just 2 months old. Grandpa had said, ” He will be your best friend, the most selfless one with unwavering loyalty.“
Pete had named him Balto after the famous sled dog who saved Alaska’s children from diphtheria epidemic by delivering medicine over the frozen Tundra. Pete had always seens Balto’s sculpture in Central Park while walking with his Grandpa and now thought I have my own Balto.
He remembered their fishing expeditions over Jamaica Bay. The pride he had felt when he caught his first fish and Grandpa was there to pat his back. Fishing while listening to Grandpa’s childhood stories was the best thing ever.
Walking the Literary Walk in Central Park amongst the Elm trees and learning to observe folks around as Grandpa had taught him was his favourite pass time.
He felt his Grandpa’s head on his shoulder in the hospital where he took his last breath. Everything came back in a flash to him.
Pete could take it no more and asked his mom to excuse him and went straight to his room.
Next day without informing anyone, he started driving for NYC. He directly went to Central Park. He walked to the Loch and sat looking at the springs coming out of the rocks. Hours passed and when he came back home he was a transformed man.
Something happened at the Loch that day and a week later Pete took a flight to India.
Had Murphy not played his part Pete would have never been able to take this chance. It was because of Murphy that he missed his guest lecture that day. Had he attended the lecture he would have missed Anagha’s call and would have gone to Philadelphia for his neighbour’s wedding over the weekend. He would not have been able to meet her then. Had it not been for the rain, the rainbow would not have come and Anagha would not have called Pete in the first place. So yes Murphy does work miracles sometimes.