Monday, March 22, 2010

That day.

After a long time of ten years, I revisited the place where I grew up. Remnants of a misplaces childhood. Scattered. In narrow gullies occurring at unexpected turns on the road. In the soot laden buildings that look haunted. In the once flowery garden that hasn't been tended to in a decade.

People still live there. There's the old Shiva temple that still has its red-yellow lights glowing in the evenings. There's the Mosque which comes alive with a long drawn breath of freshness only during Ramzan. There are ghosts of people, walking absentmindedly with expressionless faces.

I met my neighbours. Aunty, Uncle and 3 people who I called 'friends' before I called anyone else that. These are friends who have seen me walk around in my diapers. Friends I celebrated everything and nothing with. Christmas, Diwali, Ramzan, New Years... everything existed for us kids, just so we could celebrate it. Every firecracker in the sky was for us to see. Every blade of grass, just for us to walk on. The world and everything in it was our plaything. An excuse for rejoicing.

When I went back to their place, nothing in that house had changed. It still felt warm, it still smelt of fresh herbs and there was the familiar aroma of jasmine incense. Somewhere in the kitchen, a broth was boiling. "For you, beta", aunty said. I said I was famished. I wasn't, I had just eaten a stomachful outside but I wouldn't miss eating that food for the world.

There were no hugs, there was no "So great to meet you after such a long time!". We just sat down and talked. I looked at my friends with a gleam in my eyes, which was reciprocated. A common friend was married with a baby. My granny passed away. Their cousin's husband too. I graduated. The eldest of my friends has a job. Her sister is the same height as me. She always had the same height as me. Their brother was tall as an old bamboo plant.

It felt like I had just seen them yesterday. Roads, faces and skies, never forgotten. Always cherished.

As I left, they saw me out to the door. Nobody said goodbye.

8 comments:

Gymnast said...

Yes , we all have some people who are always remembered , cherished and have a permanent place in our hearts irrespective of the physical distance.

And with those people , you dont need those loud exclamations and hugs.

Just you being you is enough. And with them , you can pick up the lost thread of conversation left years ago without any awkwardness..

I am glad you got to meet your friends , and yes , no good byes need to be said.

Brosreview said...

I can relate to this. They never say goodbye because they want to and they will see you soon.

A pleasant post!

BloggerMouth said...

R, Thank you :) I am glad I met them too. Life's too short for enough time with friends.

Ajey, thanks! Glad to see you stop by as always :)

RachelW said...

I'll be making a similar trip this coming summer. It has taken me almost 4 years to prepare myself mentally, but I'm not sure why. Maybe I'll know when I get there.

BloggerMouth said...

I hope you have a good time, Rachel. It isn't easy to walk the same roads you walked when you were a child but it's a feeling you can't describe. Good luck!

joaquin carvel said...

i love the continuity in the face of the changes. there is a universal thread that runs through this, i think. it makes me smile.

BloggerMouth said...

Yes Joaquin. It was seamless. We felt no need to stick to formalities. I guess that's just as close as you can get yo someone.

Pesto Sauce said...

Going down memory lane, so fun