Life is a mystery. It takes us to places which we can hardly imagine. One and a half years ago, I never thought I would be what I am today. A matter of 16 months can make life changing alterations, a revolution some may call it. That is what life is capable of doing.
One day she was there and the next day she was gone. It was like magic. Life is so unpredictable. Life is a mystery. Life is like magic which can never be completely understood, which can never be comprehended.
We meet people for a reason. I have always believed in that.
There is one person about whom I have been wanting to write for quite some time now. He is one person who I became close to so gradually over the past 16 months. The path, when tread upon is so beautiful, so gradual. He barely looked at me the first day I went to his house. He just nodded his head when his sister (who also happens to be my best friend) introduced me to him. He looked so uncomfortable, so out of place. I wanted to help him. I wanted to bring him out of the shell, I wanted to make him feel comfortable around people, wanted around people. But this is something which needs his co-operation as well. So I knew that it would take some time, for him to open up and for him to talk his mind. I gave him that time. I did not push him. He slowly started acknowledging my presence. He would wave when I came and left. That was it, but that was such a huge step when you look at it from his angle.
Then there would be occasions where he would want to take part in the conversation that the whole family and I used to have but his shyness and timidity used to get the better of him and he used to remain silent. He never knew that I observed, but I did.
After about 2 months, he would slowly smile and after a lot of pushing, talk.
"Hey Shriram, how are you? How is school?"
"Ya, school is good. I am fine."
That was all. Basic courtesy questions and answers.
It made me smile on the inside that I had made this improvement.
After staying there for 2-3 times, I could see that he was opening up. He would talk in group conversations, he would give his opinions and so on. But never would he involve in a one to one conversation. If he was stuck with me for more than 1 minute at a stretch with nobody around to help him out, he would turn around and pelt. He would run full speed and never look back. I used to find it hilarious.
Then there came T20 world cup 2012. I was there at home when the event took place and we watched all the matches together. He would comment, give his opinions, engage in a one on one with me, even jump up and down (though not as enthusiastically as me) with me during one of the crunch balls. I saw the difference and I loved it.
Now we gossip, we talk, we have fun and we play together. You have gone through so much at such a young age. Please do know that I am always here for you, if you need support, if you need a person to listen to you, if you need anything at all.
Whenever we have a family argument or discussion and when the noise level goes out of control, he would get up, stand in the middle of the house and yell "Om. Om. Don't be so loud. Calm down," with both his hand stretched out in the front, like that of a traffic inspector trying to stop traffic.
I don't know if our relationship means anything to you, but it means the world to me. I have always wanted a younger brother and I am so happy that you opened up and included me in your life, however small the role I play in your life may be.
-Aishwarya Kumar
One day she was there and the next day she was gone. It was like magic. Life is so unpredictable. Life is a mystery. Life is like magic which can never be completely understood, which can never be comprehended.
We meet people for a reason. I have always believed in that.
There is one person about whom I have been wanting to write for quite some time now. He is one person who I became close to so gradually over the past 16 months. The path, when tread upon is so beautiful, so gradual. He barely looked at me the first day I went to his house. He just nodded his head when his sister (who also happens to be my best friend) introduced me to him. He looked so uncomfortable, so out of place. I wanted to help him. I wanted to bring him out of the shell, I wanted to make him feel comfortable around people, wanted around people. But this is something which needs his co-operation as well. So I knew that it would take some time, for him to open up and for him to talk his mind. I gave him that time. I did not push him. He slowly started acknowledging my presence. He would wave when I came and left. That was it, but that was such a huge step when you look at it from his angle.
Then there would be occasions where he would want to take part in the conversation that the whole family and I used to have but his shyness and timidity used to get the better of him and he used to remain silent. He never knew that I observed, but I did.
After about 2 months, he would slowly smile and after a lot of pushing, talk.
"Hey Shriram, how are you? How is school?"
"Ya, school is good. I am fine."
That was all. Basic courtesy questions and answers.
It made me smile on the inside that I had made this improvement.
After staying there for 2-3 times, I could see that he was opening up. He would talk in group conversations, he would give his opinions and so on. But never would he involve in a one to one conversation. If he was stuck with me for more than 1 minute at a stretch with nobody around to help him out, he would turn around and pelt. He would run full speed and never look back. I used to find it hilarious.
Then there came T20 world cup 2012. I was there at home when the event took place and we watched all the matches together. He would comment, give his opinions, engage in a one on one with me, even jump up and down (though not as enthusiastically as me) with me during one of the crunch balls. I saw the difference and I loved it.
Now we gossip, we talk, we have fun and we play together. You have gone through so much at such a young age. Please do know that I am always here for you, if you need support, if you need a person to listen to you, if you need anything at all.
Whenever we have a family argument or discussion and when the noise level goes out of control, he would get up, stand in the middle of the house and yell "Om. Om. Don't be so loud. Calm down," with both his hand stretched out in the front, like that of a traffic inspector trying to stop traffic.
I don't know if our relationship means anything to you, but it means the world to me. I have always wanted a younger brother and I am so happy that you opened up and included me in your life, however small the role I play in your life may be.
-Aishwarya Kumar
This is soooo beautiful man. I'm speechless. =')
ReplyDeleteIt's so well written and heart-touching. As I've said a multiple times before, your best pieces are on people, and this is one such piece. I at first thought it was about your granddad, but then figured it was about Shriram. =)
He is truly lucky to have an elder sister figure in you. =)
Keep writing,
Always and forever,
Nidheya. =)
It is really really beautiful. I am so glad you are there for him too. The words you wrote is from the heart and it is seen so. I am really happy you happened to me and so you happened to shriram . Amazing thoughts and writing.
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Paro
Sooooooo lovely :D
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
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