Thursday, July 08, 2010

As the tea goes cold...

It irked her no end that people did not have time to talk anymore. Not the usual whining about work, kids and beyond, not the "discussions" on all things important, but just good, old fashioned, while-you-have-other-important-things-that-can-wait-or-go-to-hell talk. Like that time in college, where she and that friend who always made her laugh snuck out of that very boring class of the pretty teacher, and sat by the football field to ogle at Wasim Akram lookalikes. Or that time, when that friend and she sat on the steps of her then house and discussed life and love. She was in her night clothes and the friend was in a tee and a towel, but the fact that they were out, at 3.30 in the morning, sharing emotional gossip both of them pretended not to care for, gave her a sneaky sense of gladness. Then there was that time, when she fell asleep, as her tears dried on the shoulders of that friend, the one who never ceased to bring immense calm into her always chaotic life.

One day, she hopes to set a table for two, pull out some old, chipped mugs, that hold more memories than tea in them. And she hopes, those friends will come and talk to her again.

9 comments:

Tsu said...

awwww... sniff! heart touching! xoxo

Shweta said...

:(

crumbs said...

@ both
=)

pRicky said...

Its been a long time since I came to this page and longer still since I read something this genuine...
I recall the house clearly... Some very distinct times spent there...
Even though on a lot of occasions the house seemed to not have enough space to house anyone it was always fun...
Fond Memories!!!

Anonymous said...

That's a painfully honest post, my love. And I wish there is another time too.

Id it is said...

"One day, she hopes to set a table for two, pull out some old, chipped mugs, that hold more memories than tea in them. And she hopes, those friends will come and talk to her again."
...beautifully put!
...that "tea never gets cold" but one needs to wage caution when delving into nostalgia...that can often make one delusional :)

...on a different note...please disregard anything in my latest post that may hurt your sentiments..that is definitely not my intent and I offer apologies in advance : ) however, I look forward to nay insights you may provide to my observations...

crumbs said...

Id,

I sometimes feel all memories are delusional :) So, I am warned!

and to the different note,

Nothing in you post offended me, I know what the Delhi airport is like :)
This country, I must warn you, is rather chaotic. And the chaos at times, can be quite disarming. But there are excellent experiences in offering too...I'm just curious to know what comes your way here :)

crumbs said...

@ Prick,

I thought the house always had space for everyone, one way or the other. If not inside, there was always the balcony and the terrace, and the street... :)

@ Annon,

Why do we associate honesty with pain? And what makes you think this was either? :)

Sharika said...

:(