For men may come and men may go...
Goodbyes are hard. It doesn't matter how many times you have said it
before, the next time is just as hard. When I was younger, I believed
that no goodbye was the final goodbye as we would keep in touch anyway.
Promises were made of meeting, chatting, calling every week.. And that
would last about a month before they were unceremoniously broken. So
this time, I am carrying no such myth around. After tomorrow I may never
see you again. I can bike over to Royapettah and still, you wouldn't be
there.
The person leaving tomorrow is someone I found on twitter, an inconsequential click of the follow button. Or so I thought. Social media and whatsapp made sure that we became best friends and best enemies. Once I moved back to the city I called home, we were seldom apart. Movies in the weekends, fruitshop, sandy's, zaathar's biriyani, lasagnas at dine (always one non veg and one veg!), the quintessential CCDs.. We shopped when we felt rich. Shopkeepers like us. I have noticed that! And when the money got tight, or there was a fight, or we just didn't know what to do,we would sit in the parapet at Marina under the light bulb, legs dangling, me watching the sea, him seeing the watch. Or the ladies. Or twitter.
But when we talked, we talked endlessly. About us, about others, about the world, movies, cricket, our dreams, the most unlikely things, the more likely things. I could gossip, whine, cry, laugh, mock, rage, even advice. And quite often he would dole out some words of wisdom which I listened (listen) to in awe and repeat back to him when he forgets it.
And now its goodbye. To all that fun, to all those times, to bike rides singing song, to that security one feels when there is someone you trust around. It is a pretty damn big deal to not have all that, and no, it can't be summed up by saying "People come and people go. Life has to move on."It doesn't work that way for everyone. It doesn't work that way if you don't have people to say these dialogs.
The person leaving tomorrow is someone I found on twitter, an inconsequential click of the follow button. Or so I thought. Social media and whatsapp made sure that we became best friends and best enemies. Once I moved back to the city I called home, we were seldom apart. Movies in the weekends, fruitshop, sandy's, zaathar's biriyani, lasagnas at dine (always one non veg and one veg!), the quintessential CCDs.. We shopped when we felt rich. Shopkeepers like us. I have noticed that! And when the money got tight, or there was a fight, or we just didn't know what to do,we would sit in the parapet at Marina under the light bulb, legs dangling, me watching the sea, him seeing the watch. Or the ladies. Or twitter.
But when we talked, we talked endlessly. About us, about others, about the world, movies, cricket, our dreams, the most unlikely things, the more likely things. I could gossip, whine, cry, laugh, mock, rage, even advice. And quite often he would dole out some words of wisdom which I listened (listen) to in awe and repeat back to him when he forgets it.
And now its goodbye. To all that fun, to all those times, to bike rides singing song, to that security one feels when there is someone you trust around. It is a pretty damn big deal to not have all that, and no, it can't be summed up by saying "People come and people go. Life has to move on."It doesn't work that way for everyone. It doesn't work that way if you don't have people to say these dialogs.
You will be greatly missed Feroz Khan.
But then, "It's okay yaaa"
Nice!!! :) :) :)
ReplyDeleteYou're words drew me in.. :) miss you :(...
ReplyDeleteHannah!!!!!!!!!! Where are you????????
ReplyDeleteVery nice. I am sure your goodbye with Feroze will not last. He is such a good friend. Don't know whether I can say the same about you...haha.
ReplyDeletehaha!! so mean!!
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