First day home. Pretty lovely. Perfect almost. With the requisite ingredients.
Its R's birthday. He's plumper than he used to be. But the happiness he had on his face upon meeting me bang in the middle of the metro platform, where I haven't traveled in years now was genuine and perfect. It was strange. I could tell he wanted to give me a hug and so did I ( give him a hug, I mean) but we were too awkward, but still it was pretty good. I talked a lot of rubbish. He tolerated it. He always does. Somehow he thinks I have a lot of intelligent things in my head. I'm not as convinced.
I didn't think that I'd meet that many people today as I expected but I did. I even met a person who I didn't know. It was almost like I never left. People turning up at my house uninvited and yet made welcome.
But I noticed the changes which made me nostalgic and sad.
I am happy people are moving on with their lives, sometimes without me. But still. maybe its the beer.
R and P are happy. and I see how people are happy with their lives and thats so much better than what was there before, people fighting and hating each other.
It's good that things flowed together as if there has never been a disruption or a change. I like how people are able to muster.
I met S too. and the hug that I got from him is perhaps one of the best that I have felt in a LONG time. It felt like nothing in the world. And now I am sitting on my bed, writing this, and my father is in his room and playing Kanika Bandhopadhay and Debabrata Biswas on his antiquated but bloody amazing sound system, and the sound is wafting down into my room, and all is actually perfect in the world, suddenly.
I hope the rest of this trip goes as good as today did.
Its R's birthday. He's plumper than he used to be. But the happiness he had on his face upon meeting me bang in the middle of the metro platform, where I haven't traveled in years now was genuine and perfect. It was strange. I could tell he wanted to give me a hug and so did I ( give him a hug, I mean) but we were too awkward, but still it was pretty good. I talked a lot of rubbish. He tolerated it. He always does. Somehow he thinks I have a lot of intelligent things in my head. I'm not as convinced.
I didn't think that I'd meet that many people today as I expected but I did. I even met a person who I didn't know. It was almost like I never left. People turning up at my house uninvited and yet made welcome.
But I noticed the changes which made me nostalgic and sad.
I am happy people are moving on with their lives, sometimes without me. But still. maybe its the beer.
R and P are happy. and I see how people are happy with their lives and thats so much better than what was there before, people fighting and hating each other.
It's good that things flowed together as if there has never been a disruption or a change. I like how people are able to muster.
I met S too. and the hug that I got from him is perhaps one of the best that I have felt in a LONG time. It felt like nothing in the world. And now I am sitting on my bed, writing this, and my father is in his room and playing Kanika Bandhopadhay and Debabrata Biswas on his antiquated but bloody amazing sound system, and the sound is wafting down into my room, and all is actually perfect in the world, suddenly.
I hope the rest of this trip goes as good as today did.
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