‘Those were the best days of my life’ echoed Bryan Adams in front of fifteen thousand fans. I swayed to his tunes and suddenly I was back in the 90s, in my hometown. It was a time when I couldn’t fathom that anything could be cooler than the Sony Walkman. I remembered how I used to fight with my brother on every possible occasion and loathed him for being nonchalant about things that were important to me. I recollect him revealing to me the murderer of Harry’s parents in Harry Potter – Prisoner of Azbakan before I could finish the book and the fit I threw after that. But, we loved Bryan Adams. Listening to him was our definition of being cool. We both shared our earphones while going on long drives without parents listening to ‘summer of 69’. As I stood in front of those eighteen thousand people, for millisecond, I felt alone. I wished my brother who now lives in another continent was beside me. Continue reading “The secret art of missing”
“Don’t go there Shaunak”, shouted Jhimli to her son. Shunak was going inside the new toy store- Hamley’s. Jhimli had already bought a couple of toys few days ago, not from Hamley’s, but nevertheless she bought him toys. Neil, her husband was browsing through few shirts from the nearby store.
“So what would it be like to be married?” my friend had asked me decades ago as we sat in our classroom, waiting for our Economics professor.