I was the epitome of messy, unconquered curly hair that sprang loose on my head. Brushing my hair off my face, I struggled to wake up on a typical Monday morning and then ran off to class somehow looking like a cup of noodles. This was my go-to look in college. I was a passionate writer who used to find a reason in everyday life to write something down in my yellow-colored journal gifted to me by my Dad. Every Saturday, I would go to my favorite bookstore, sit there for a few hours and write in my journal. That space full of books would give me a sense of comfort and fill in the voids.
As I became older, many events in my life appeared trivial at that time, but they became more significant as time went on. All the gold and silver in my jewelry box is pale in comparison to the priceless value of the memories I’m preserving for myself right now.
A long walk down the memory lane… where do I begin?
Well, I remember my mother chasing me with a bowl full of hot porridge, while I ran in circles around my house in an attempt to not eat that bland thing that I used to despise whole-heartedly; I remember my little brother calling me “Baddi” (meaning Big sister in his gibberish Hindi); my younger sister, Shubhi pushing me off the couch because I won the monthly remote fight.
I can still remember how I felt the last time I was held in my mum’s arms, sleeping to a lullaby sung by her until I was 12 and no longer a baby. We need that touch from the ones we love, as much as we need oxygen to breathe.
I reminisce about that evening when I went to meet my friend almost after ages, all the way to Sarjapur over drinks. What I had thought would be a short meetup trying to catch up about each other’s life, ended up being much more than that! I was the one loaded with tons of LIT in my body, rendering me to do the stupidest things possible in a pub, with my friend Harshad being my accomplice.
They’re treasures that are irreplaceable and will go with me wherever my journey takes me .
I apologize for making my little brother wear a skirt with frills, paired with a red girly top when he was little. He looked like a cute little girl and I could not resist admiring that sight. Apparently, this will be humiliating to him once he grows up but I am sure he will be able to rise above this embarrassing episode by his sister and forgive me.
I’d also like to apologize to Komal for not being able to bear with her mood tsunamis and taunting her sometimes for trivial matters cause taunting ran in my veins, sadly. I am also sorry for developing a teeny-weeny crush on the same guy Komal used to crush on too.
But sharing is caring, no?
I still think of how I used to dress up only at the eleventh hour whenever my friend Praddie used to come near my PG to pick me up for an evening stroll on the streets of Church Street. I apologize to him for being horribly late every time because no matter how much I tried to make it early, I always believed in the supremacy of the last minute. Getting dressed, hair, and makeup in those 10 minutes- that’s the challenge, after all!
Speaking of titles…I’ve held a few in my day.
I’ve been a devoted daughter, a teenager full of extra dopamine running inside me, a graduate in Journalism, a crazy yet loyal friend, a spoiling elder sister, and the best drinking company. And if you don’t believe it, just ask me. Oh wait, I’m afraid it’s too late for questions. I’m sorry.
So … I was born; I blinked, and it was over.
There are no structures or memorials named after me. However, I had the opportunity to get to know and love each and every one of my friends as well as my whole family. There is no limit to how blessed a person may be!
So, in the end, remember to do your best, follow your arrow, and turn your life into something absolutely incredible. Oh, and smile all the time.
If you want to, you can look for me in the evening sunset or with the earliest spring daffodils or amongst the flitting and fluttering butterflies. You know I’ll be there in one form or another, buzzing around where there is hot sweetcorn being made or in any Corner House, gazing at my favorite ice cream- DBC.
I’ll leave you with this…please don’t shed tears because I’m gone; instead, be happy that I was here. (Or maybe you can cry a little bit. After all, I have passed away).