This post is a special dedication to the one who makes me pen this.
I was a kid then…
I was so candidly into customs, traditions and ethical values then.
So blindly into them just unable to even think of following my own
ideas.
Then did you come into my life,
You broke the shackles for me…
I didn’t realize you’ll be so important to me when I first met you!
I guess I was fourteen then;
Going back in time to that special occasion that we first met:
I hear your voice diverting me from gaming ‘Roadrash’.
So smooth, so sweet, so cute, so awesome:
To sum up, so girlish does your voice flow into my ears.
I don’t understand why you didn’t offer to ring the doorbell?!
I would’ve been less bothered then.
It is quite a hilarious time of the day…
The PC’s UPS device beeps for me to realize there’s a power- cut.
I walk down the stairs to see whose this sweet voice is;
As the sun had already dived into the dusk, I’ve a poor vision.
I see the silhouette of a girl, (Ah! Did I say silhouette? I’m
sorry)
The hair, coifed into a double- plait,
So schoolish;
As mom lights up a candle I see the bindi on your forehead,
Glittering like against the dawn’s sun, like it has just dawned in
your country;
I see your face and repress saying a “Wow!”
I hum and haw, being unable to utter a word;
Mom introduces me to you; I stand there with no idea how to react!
You say a, “Hi” and I reply with a “Hello”
We then shake hands, “Melba”
“ZeeBee”
You’ve a pretty long conversation with Mom and Dad;
I stand there, saunter there helplessly pretending that I’m okay
when I’m not;
You then leave, unsettling me…
I can say, I had a crush on you right when I saw you, right by that
day, right by that moment!
A crush which I never thought would turn out to be such a lovely
friendship.
I don’t recollect intricate details of our second meeting…
It was at a b’day party. You
were serving cake slices to the guests!
Yup, it was your li’l cousin’s b’day…
I was really happy that you’d recognize me even on our second
meeting <3
That was the first day we’re able to spend some private hours of
chat;
We shared our interests; I didn’t know why you chose to spend your
time with me that day;
But to me, I had none there who I really knew except you;
That was the first day you told me you like me; I was on air then!
We then gave it a long break, or perhaps you gave;
We never met again until it was Easter’s day;
You had a vacation for Easter and were to visit me, at my house!!!
We spent the whole day together…
I started liking you so much that I had nothing to think about, but
you;
You made me words to speak;
I must confess I was too formal to talk to anyone before,
And when you came into my world,
My world which knew nothing but to shake hands, and exchange
greetings when I meet people;
My world was a bit different from that of the rest;
I was into my teens and my interest in linguistics;
That was the time when I was learning Hindi, Sanskrit, and even
Malayalam;
I was so mad about meeting you and you were so happy about meeting
you.
That day when we’re at St. Xavier’s Shrine (Ahh! Is it a Cathedral?),
It was a festive season and we’re strolling by the stalls;
You’d that usual craze any girl has: the craze for cosmetics!
“Does this bhindi suit me?”, you asked holding a golden dotted
bhindi against your forehead.
And I said, “Anything suits you as long as you keep asking me! J”
We dawdled, holding arms, down the street…
I must admit, that was THE first day I’d held a gal’s arm!
(Walking beside a gal, was, I thought, a sin then ☻ )
I was speaking loads and loads to you, expressing all that I’d;
We used to sit for long hours in the patio chatting, narrating
incidents;
I was never tired listening to you, neither were you tired listening
to me!
We used to speak everything and anything;
Only through you did I know love stories really exist!
You narrated your friends’ love stories and I was like “OMG”!
“I thought people love only in movies”, was my credulous reply. :p
Until I met you, love was
only a word to me.
And the most amusing part there was that it was a loathsome word in
ma dictionary!
You even bickered with your aunt, saying you’d stay back in my
house.
From then you started staying back with me on all your vacations.
Yet, I was very much troubled when you’re not able to spend your
b’day with me.
But it was all fine, as you got back in the evening to narrate the
fun you had with your friends;
I still remember that Christmas eve, we spend together.
We’d a sleepless night, lying on the bed, with the TV switched on.
You went on narrating all the Christmas eves you’d had,
And I was listening to you even without any idea of getting some
sleep!
Those days that followed Christmas, got us
even closer;
That day you fell sick with fever and cold, was my life’s second
sleepless night;
You’re sleeping, with your temperature running high and I was
monitoring if you’re fine,
The whole night!
Those days were indeed my life’s more beautified days!
(Of course, my life’s most beautiful days are copyrighted to ma
sweet Dad J)
Then came the saddest part
in…
Then came a winter in our garden!
The High school held you back in its hostel for an in- school
coaching;
I was feeling bad, and you convinced me saying it was so important.
So important for you to grab a good scorecard;
I’d to live 51 days terre bina then...
Those were ma days of torment, agony, suffering, ma days of hell!
I recorded those 51 days of pain of missing in ma log,
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We then met, after those fifty one days of hell;
You’re sorry for not being able to establish any means of contact.
And I handed you ma log, to say, “That’s the way I missed you”
And that log is the only gift I’d ever given you.
Perhaps those fifty days where a pre- test for me;
A pre- test taken so as to examine if I’s eligible for the main
test.
Yeah,
You then got shifted to a place called far away, so as to pursue
your higher studies.
You then made a phone call everyday for a month;
You shifted yourself to frequent phone calls the next month,
And occasional phone calls in the month that followed.
We’d phone conversations so rarely then;
You simply gave me a lame excuse:
“Talking over the phone isn’t as funny as our old chats rite?”
You said you’d started liking your place called far- away;
You said life there was so exquisite;
You said you’d made new friends there and you loved them a lot.
Weeks elapsed, months slipped away, and a year went by…
You were so busy to pick my calls, and I went so steadfast to call
you again.
Yet we’d very rare occasions of phone chats and chat texts.
Oh did I miss reading, “You’d made new friends there and you loved
them a lot.”
Hmmm… Yeah,
You’d made new friends there and PERHAPS you loved them a lot.
