Sunday 20 March 2016

Holi at home

This video reminds me of how I celebrated Holi every year until I left home for college. Getting up early, excited, only to have one of your cousins smear colours on you before you're ready for it (Ma says you have to apply oil first). And after we have spent hours playing with colours, grandpa and grandma would come out to the garden, wearing fresh clothes, only to let us kids play with them.

Almost six years of being away, but nothing is the same back home too. They aren't there, the six hours of celebration is (from what I hear) reduced to just a few minutes of play and here I am, miles away, hoping to rewind the clock.



Wednesday 9 March 2016

You and me


One of those crazy afternoons :)


I still remember that dark night, drowning in despair, I struggled to catch a breath. And even before I knew it, you were there. A bag, filled with food lying next to you, a box of tissues in one hand and the other hand stretched out towards me.

I still remember the day I called you at the break of dawn, my stomach writhing in pain. You took out your little medicine bag and told me what to do.

I still remember that night I was so hurt I couldn’t move, tears kept streaming down my face and you were there sitting next to me, crying because you couldn’t see me cry.

I still remember that evening we drove around the city in silence, listening to music and we looked at each other, knowing that this silence can never be awkward between us.

In my heart, I’m still in that dark place, but you are there too, with me, for me.

So, I will choose to remember that one afternoon we laughed until our stomachs hurt, that evening we drank until we puked, that night we danced until we couldn’t move no more and the day we saw the sunset at the beach or looked at the stars from the rooftop, knowing that everything may change, the boys in our life might leave us, we may move away from each other but it will be you and me, forever.