April, said the Anglisized Laureate, is the cruelest month. But the April of my devotion here is the lilac out of the Pelican land. She and her husband call the Aggieland their home illumined by the Lone Star.
April and her “Moon to My Tides” Kory were sitting on the last Front Street bench before the Church Street bridge, perhaps musing on things “Of what is past, or passing, or to come” by the lord and lady of Louisiana of the moment.
Unceremoniously jolted out of their reverie by the tire-bursting bang-&-boom of the accident (don’t know how it happened!, my front right tire hit the curb on the corner of Church Street bridge), April asked her lunar emissary to help us two befuddled but outwardly composed couple with no automotive know-how. Kory go down to business right away, lifting us from the nadir of helplessness to the zenith of hale-&-heartiness. (For we don’t know jack from Jill, nuts from bolts.)
Kory, the Moon Man, got some things out of the trunk and busied with the installation of the spare tire to our trusted Toyota. While my sweetheart kept company with the “Angel of donut wheel”, I walked over to April to express our gratitude for the help.
By and by, I found out that they have been to Nepal some years ago. She said they visited Jumla during their personal mission to help the local folks with medicines, etc. I was moved by their generous spirit of fellow feelings for the folks of Jumla. For I have been to Jumla. And I was familiar with the needs of the Jumla people. So, Jumla sealed out friendship in the briefest span of time. For the friends of Nepal are my friends.
The donut wheel was ready to roll. But Kory and April insisted in following us to the Wallyworld for the purchase of a new tire.
So, Raj and I invited them over to out place for the lunch. After some hesitation, they accepted. “Why things happen the way they happen, no one knows,” April thought out loud.
They brought us a half orb of Fall Mums. And I luxuriate each morning in the aureate glow of our friendship in my backyard.
