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Saturday, May 7, 2016

"Sometimes we feel eaten away, worn away" --- Joyadidi -- A post written by me on May 7, 2015.

Last June, when Jethu reached India, I received a neck-piece lovingly created and sent by you. I saw a tag attached that said "Piyali" in your unforgettable handwriting that has always remain etched in my memory since 1986, the first time I got to know you! Later, during your parents' visits too, you have written to me. Then came the note that you wrote to me when Jethu was coming down in 2011. I remember having a sister-to-sister chat too, here on FB. See, how I am drifting!
Let me get back to the topic. I kept that sachet containing the neck-piece carefully in a covered shelf in my room. Today, almost after a year of receiving it, while I was looking for the big pink one that you had sent me in 2006, I bumped into it. I thought, who needs to wear matching colors with a pink top! Let me wear this one! As I opened the sachet, took the piece of jewelry out, unclasped it to remove the tag, I found the side, reverse to the one on which "Piyali" was written, jam-packed with beautifully written letters.
As I read, "Sometimes we feel eaten away, worn away. But those things that wear us down reveal ourselves to us. They create intricacies of unimaginable beauty and strip us down to who we truly are.", I felt a lump rising in my throat and I almost choked.
I have never talked to you over the last 3 and a half years. I have never shared anything with you. We are separated by continents and what-not! But, the way your words hugged me today. made me feel that we are all connected if we want to be. We can touch anyone's soul, if we want to. Distance does not matter, neither does any kind of difference. At that serene hour in the afternoon, in an empty house, as I was setting out to treat myself to a movie, I felt your love so strongly! We did not need to speak, we did not need to meet physically. But, I had you there with me. And I realized that I have had you always with me. I love you, Joyadidi. I am choking again, as I write this.
So much so, it was when I was going to watch a film titled "Nirbaak" (meaning Speechless).. a film on how love needs no word!

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