Wasn’t it just yesterday when we used to fight with each other for really nothing?
When we used to fuss over the group projects, and who would do it entirely, while everyone of us would just take the credit?
When we used to fight for notes?
When we wanted to duck behind last benches and avoid eye contact with teachers?
When we used to make plans, and unending plans of hanging out at each other’s places.
When we used to tease each other by saying who’d get married first?
When we would go to extremes to just make an ‘April fool’ of somebody.
When, we’d just finish our tiffin boxes way before the recess?
When we’d smile cunningly when someone’s crush passed by?
When we’d go to the same coaching only to be together and just kill more time?
Wasn’t it just yesterday, when we’d roam about the whole day, and open our books the night before the exams, and yet manage to pass?
When we’d get together right 15 minutes before the exam bell, and yet manage to explain the entire syllabus to each other?
wasn’t it just yesterday, when we were kids (Okay, at least teens) and had no trouble what so ever.
Where and how did we grow up?
Going to a distant relatives wedding, or your elder sister’s wedding is way different than going to your own friend’s engagement party, the one friend whom you know since childhood, with whom you grew up. Where did the years go by?
I really can’t believe one of us is getting married, who knows who would be there next, on the stage, smiling and accepting wishes from others.
I must say, as much as I am happy for this dear friend, I am scared too.
Deep memories submerged within,
Sweet, sad, happy and a little evil.
Time elapsed, and I kept treading,
Only to have thought, that someday
I will lose every inch of it.
But today, despite the tiresome days and nights,
A mere thought, a small talk,
Even the tiniest prospect of the past,
Passes a solid sensation onto me,
Shaking me to the core,
Sending shivers down my spine,
Making everything of the past, again mine.
How does it happen?
What is that feeling?
Why does it not go?
What would it take to go?
I am tired of this notion,
Constantly restricting all my gesticulation.
What is that feeling?
I am yet not certain.
I keep asking myself
Was the feeling ever true?
Or could it have been a delusion?
Or part of it fact and a part fable?
I have no answers,
But for certain,
I have all the questions.
So my little expedition has some good parts too, and that I am going to show with the unprofessional photos here.
The foodie me will definitely start with the photos of the deliciousness.
And now comes all the traditional Gujarati accessories, Of course I wouldn’t return without getting something from it.
The beautiful lake.
Some pictures from the zoo.
Birds giving me all kinds of poses
Some garba dancing to the beats of water drum
Because it was dear cousin’r birthday: (Or we just needed a reason :-p)
Me twirling around:
Well, there is always certain kind of madness with us-
And yet, I am happy that I am back, in time for Diwali.
I just couldn’t leave the same day. Not after everyone bidding us adieu. I simply could not pack my bags again and leave the very day and separate from Miss. B and Miss. R too. So I decided to stay the another day. At least one more day with them. And hence the three girls had a gala time. A girly day with a little shopping spree, movies and all the street food. Food is the best part, right?
The day just went by, in a flicker. How can time fly so fast, I mean really, how?
And that’s how I left, aloof from everyone. It wasn’t the end though. I was not travelling home. I was travelling to yet another city, four hours away towards east. I have some work there and then finally I will be home.
It was time to leave all the fun time behind and get serious about work. I had two back to back scheduled meetings each day. And I had no idea when those two days just flew by and it was time again to travel.
By then I was so exhausted that I just wanted to reach home magically. But as I was so, so far away from home that if I traveled by train it could take me more than 36 hours to reach home. And my luck, I did have to travel by train leaving me even more frustrated and exhausted. Not so much fun anymore, right? Specially for a person like me who hates trains. But what could I do except to succumb to it and be stuck in that train for 36 hours.
I was left there in the train, missing my brother. My vacation ended and the reality hit back hard. All the fun ended and it was time for routine work.
And that’s how I traveled from Jamshedpur to- Kolkata- Ahmedabad- Mumbai- Rajkot- Banugar- Jamnagar- Morbi and then finally back to Jamshedpur. I had the taste of the big city as well as the smallest village, the peace and the havoc, I stressed on work and had the time to enjoy myself too. It was all an excellent experience.
A time worth seizing. A lot of memories gathered.
You are my heart and soul and you still don’t know that
And perhaps you will never know.
You are the smile on my face, the tears in my eyes
You are my unending appetite.
You are the smell after the rain
The sunshine in the summers,
The snowfall in the winters.
You are the silver, gold and diamonds in my jewellery collection,
You are the memories engraved on my mind.
You are the treasure,
I will cherish my entire life.
They say “Patience pays” and I have been waiting my whole life for that; and I am still waiting.
Life has given me happy times too but the lemons seems to be free of cost and in bulk. (Unending that is)