Sunday, August 27, 2017

Now and then

Life was simpler then and safer too. When I was 4-5 years old which now seems like eons away.

I was discussing on kid safety with my best friend on her recent visit and topic came to that incident that is still etched in my mind.

I used to travel by a school bus to and from school. The bus subcontractor was a trio of three Nair brothers. The drivers and cleaners varied. Once in a while our drivers and cleaners changed along with the bus. This was one such day. My absent mindedness had started then. they had announced that the bus that ran on our route had changed. something that I had conveniently not heard and climbed our prior bus. I didn't realize that the kids are different . The bus was same and so was bus driver (a stout short mustached one ) and cleaner (a Mohammedan , in his late teens, thin, fair skinned and serious  cat eyes with the common name like Javed or Rafique). As they went through the new route, I started getting alarmed and till they dropped the last kid, I was lost, completely and almost in tears. "where will you get down beta.." the cleaner asked. Somehow I managed to tell them that this is not the route, but the earlier route the bus took. The driver wordlessly took me through the earlier route . When my stop came, I gleefully told them to stop and the cleaner held my hand and left me till our society gate. He smiled at me and left.  I came home happily, least knowing that my worried mother had gone to school to unsuccessfully find me.

Things became more complicated slowly and now the situations are so bad that except parents maybe no one can be trusted but can parents also be trusted?? (?) 

Definitely life was simpler then.

The hourglass

My best friend had come to stay with us after a lot of pleading from me. The duration which  at that time seemed nice and good, as the time neared an end felt just so small and passing away just so quickly. Just like an hourglass, the initial and middle time felt like passing nice and slowly and felt as if I had all the time of the world. Just as it neared the end and the sand started just pouring so soon, I realized so many things that we had not done and postponed because we had lots of time or so we thought. we still managed to squeeze in most of stuff including a weekday evening and not a sunday morning for her ultimate matar pattice or one afternoon she made rava besan laddoos or chiwda back to back.

And then the time for her to leave came, just a bit soon. she left a big hole in my life. There would no more be endless chatter and ddiscussions on anything and everything. There would never be "shall I make tea for you " questions. My lone multicolored mug standing mute, waiting for my twice a day  microwave green tea sessions. Her cup and saucepan for indian style milk tea esconced away from my soapy hands. The comedy shows that wesaw, laughed and commented would be mutely seen my me, my thoughts running near her in India.

Now my lone weekday marathon will start and my heart will wait eagerly wait for one more meeting with her.

Au revoir aai