Friday, 28 September 2012

A letter to the you-s in my life. I still remember you. Part 1.

To all the people who have been in my life, at some point or another,
this is to you,

 I remember you.


Remember how you used to come to me during our lunch breaks and make sure I ate all my chapattis, with the sabzis and the tiffin box that mummy packed for us that equaled an entire 6 course buffet. I mean really how much would a seven year old need to eat? I remember how all of us would try and be like one another, not knowing then, that we'd grow up just to be the opposite, to try and be unique and not like that boy who had amazing cursive handwriting. I mean how can he have such amazing handwriting in the forth grade?
I remember you. How we used to sit with our napkins pinned to our uniform and our hair braided with so much coconut oil in it, like an everyday advertisement for parachute. I remember how you, you and you too would sit with me on the stairs and try and figure out whether to play hopscotch or ABCD. I still remember you, you and you.

I remember you.
I remember how you would call me as soon as we got home from school, just to discuss that cute guy we both had a crush on. I remember you. and ofcourse, you cute guy. How could i forget you. Remember how you and the other you ate chalk once? I wouldn't ever do that. But I remember you.
Remember how I did your projects for you and how we were close as best friends could be? Remember how you were too busy hitting on girls and I'd always have your back. I remember you.

I remember you. We sat and filled one anothers slam books. How important was it then to get your crush to write in your slam book. It was like trying to climb the steepest mountain, only tougher. Seriously have you tried going up to the guy you secretly like and giving him your slam book. And when he fills it up and returns it, you hold that slam book like its a piece of his heart. I remember you.

I remember you. You used to write small 'i love you' chits and put it in my pencil box. I was mad scared of you back then. But I remember you.

I remember you. I thought you were mad cute. You left school and transferred to another one but I still remember you.

You were with me during high school. Bus buddies we all were. I remember the cookie-box-yelling-at-small-annoying-kid. haha I remember you. The long rides to and from school would have been horrible without you, you, you, you and you guys.We all aren't in touch, but together we were fun in the bus. I remember you.

Remember how we would talk for hours on the phone? I remember you. We would talk every night, even if it was a silent conversation. But we would always be there for one another. You'd come to me with your girl problems and I'd hook you up with who you like. I remember you.


Remember how every summer we'd have crazy parties and you guys would always be there, making it just perfect. Remember how we would be 20 crazy kids and how having a good time would always happen no matter when or where we were. I remember you. you. you.

Remember how you and I would dance. like a stage on fire. and with such with perfect sync. I remember you. Remember how all us girls would go mad and dance on sofas and bar tables. how living came so easily to us all back then. I remember you too.

Remember how we came from different schools and landed at the same place for college. I remember you,you,you,you and you. The first time we all met to the inside jokes that just brought us closer. Our hostel sleepovers to our goa trip. I remember you. Remember how we grew up together with all sorts of situations coming our way. How it was us against the world. Always, and yet is. I remember you all. I'll always remember you, you, you, you and you.

Remember how you taught me to see the world differently. How you showed me how beautiful it is to let go. how to love. I remember you.

Remember how I always called you when work got too tough. When it was raining. When you'd just get me without me having to explain a word. I remember you.

Remember all the good times we had. All of the different 'you-s' and me. I remember you. I remember how special you all were, no matter how small our journey together. I look back with the best memories a person could ask for. And an abundance of you-s. I love you guys. We maybe in different places in the world, and in our lifes, but this post is just to remind you that there is still someone out there, from years before who remembers you, you, you and also you.

To all the people I've mentioned in the post and others too who have been a part of my life. I still remember all you guys.
Ill always remember you.

Love

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