Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Jahaan main chaloon, wahin tu chale..

I was talking with Chaitanya yesterday; it was our first real conversation in almost three months. Which for me was odd because to me, he is still the person whom I had to absolutely tell every single thing for pretty much every single day of my life. For a long time, it was always us against the world. However, stupidly dramatic that sounds now. Then we grew up. And he left home. And our lives started to slowly but certainly diverge, no longer the closely entwined strands they once were.

But it didn't matter how many years we spent apart. We could always pick up the thread of any conversation from wherever it was once left off. I could notice his light Marathi accent has for some time now been replaced with a light San Franciscan lilt. He still rolls his 'r's the same way though. And taps the 't's.

Yesterday, he seemed to be in a mildly contemplative mood which was thoroughly uncharacteristic of him. I wondered what was on his mind.

"Do you remember a day when you were wholly entirely completely happy?" he asked suddenly.

"Yeah, I've had many days like that." I couldn't help smiling. It wasn't every day my pragmatic brother asked me questions like this one.

"Recently?" he queried, slightly disbelieving.

"Yes, and inspite of internship." I said confidently.

"Right." he said somewhat dreamily. "I was thinking more of the past. Of the time when we were children."

"What about it?" I tried to guess at what he was thinking of, maybe it was some memory he thought I shared. Or it was just an abstract thought that caught his fancy one day.

"Just that, you know, back then. Time. Somehow, there was more of it."

I chuckled at that. "Of childhood summers when days were short and afternoons endless." I said paraphrasing a half-remembered but much-loved quote.

"There are some things that drift away like our endless, numbered days." He quoted back to me.

"What's that now? Could it be nostalgia?" I had to tease him.

"Yes, exactly." he laughed good-naturedly. "So what have you been doing these days apart from studying?" he asked and I realised the nostalgic dreamer was gone.

I wondered if it was one of those threads he'd pick up in a future conversation. But for now, the old familiar realist was back.


16 comments:

Indumathy Sukanya said...

There's something very intriguing about the way you write :)
n i'm weirdly hooked to yo blog :)
Keep writing :)

Aayushi Mehta said...

It's wonderful that you share these lovely conversations with us. Thank you. :)

Astha Prakash said...

There's never enough time to do all the nothing you want :)

-Calvin.

Tangled up in blue... said...

Indumathy, thank you! :) Welcome to my blog!

Aayushi, I can't help it. It's not often that people around me say something profound. :D

Astha, I <3 Calvin! :D He's the wisest person I know of! :)

T. said...

youre right. that sure doesnt sound like him. youre usually the one saying stuff like "i miss school!!" come on who misses school? :-P

Tangled up in blue... said...

T., I miss school vacations actually! :P Remember who used to call me and ask me about Diwali vacation homework and would get it done before everyone else? Umm, let me see. You! :P No matter how much you try to deny it, you're a geek at heart, just like the rest of us. ;)

T. said...

ya ok ok i miss school too!! :-P

Tangled up in blue... said...

:)

Sakshi said...

What a lovely conversation!

Tangled up in blue... said...

Thank you, Sakshi! :)

Poppy said...

I SHALL miss school! :(

But this was really, really nice. :)

mrigankwarrier said...

Got here from Aayushi's blog. You write beautifully...going to read the rest of your work now.

Tangled up in blue... said...

Poppy, me too! :) Thank you! :)

Mrigank, welcome to my blog! :) Thanks and I'm heading over to your blog now! :)

Riddhi G.D said...

Brothers. It's so strange watching them grow up into Actual people! :p

Tangled up in blue... said...

Riddhi, yeah, exactly! :D It's kind of stunning to actually realise they're now, you know, not those goofball dorks you used to know, well they are, but they don't show it so much anymore. :)

Kay-O-Tic said...

I have to agree ( with many a bloggers here ) : there is something so intriguing about the way you write .

You make even the daily conversations sound so profound and meaningful. ( not that they are not ! )
but you are so natural with words.


And its always reassuring have such chats with siblings , make you feel safe and loved . :-)