I know of how I turn to this page on extreme joy-or-sorrow days of life!
Jus like how I think of u when there is an extreme joy-or-sorrow in life to share.
But not today. There have been a million seconds before this that I have missed u.
And some days I have been hysterical imaging evey tall man on the road with a hunch, sporting long hair and specs with silver rim to be u.
Ya of course I know u have changed the frame n cut ur hair short. Life demands one to squeeze time out of a day from silly trivial tasks like styling ur hair right?
I remember the cat fights, which u always lost coz I had long nails to scratch and hurt u.
The book cricket during study time. And how we had planned together to hide that we broke the headlights of dads's new santro.
How u used to leave note with the time u wake u up at the sink n how I felt proud of ur ingenuine ways of doin small things.
I have always felt proud of u n I know u know that :).
Music classes and boy I used to pray I could sing as u did.
Waiting outside school till we both had our own set of friends in the same new school.
The evening cycling turns. How u tried to teach me basket ball. I can list endlessly about midnight balcony talks, book talks, secret sharing ;) etc etc etc.
Saturday afternoon sweet kesribath from veena store! Do u know that I make kesari bath now:).
And dosas too.No, not like mom'z sticky picky ones u hate but roast masala doses which I bet u wont say no to.
Hey bro it just occurred to me that it will be a good year and a half before I see u in person and this is the last time I am going to call u tonite. Please answer the phone and talk to me for a few minutes. I really miss u. And ya I am already thinking if I am disturbing u and almost hesitant to dial. The baneful agony of growing up I swear.
