I miss the days we had together in Norway and Bangalore, and of course the moments we enjoyed together in Hyderabad. I miss the random rambling, the night time walks, the music we made and I miss your love.
I remember the evenings, at the kiosk, the afternoons at the CSA office, the camps we went on, and the dinner dates (I don't have to correct myself, you know what I mean). The romali rotis, the chilli chicken ( yes, those days where you were not a vegetarian), and the numerous conversations. They were happy days. They were days where you could go on, and on, and on and not feel weighed down. Yes, there were tiring times, but the energy we shared rejuvenated me. Do you remember, the 2am walks around college?. The walks down S.G.Palya?. Sultry days,indeed.
Do you remember the Hoskote incident, and the time when we waited at Sagar Apollo, for a surgery to be completed on someone who was a service warrior, the time where we were scared for his life, does that strike your memory?
The times where you helped me when I was in hospital, buying my medicines, feeding me curd rice, holding me, loving me, for those moments, I am ever so grateful. A memory comes to my mind of cleaning up your puke at the volunteers room, just Mathews and I, cleaning away, and somehow there was no resentment or disgust, but just love my friend, just love. We were like one unit, alike in so many ways, but different in other ways, and those differences held us, and still holds us together as well.
My friend, do you remember the time, when we got onto a air-plane, and flew away, miles and miles away, to a land so foreign, to a place so new and yet we survived those ten months, through rain and sun, through warm and cold, through -40 weather and of course getting our testicles frozen in brazen sea baths. The numerous bars of chocolate we ate, the jazz we tripped on, and darling, do you remember the rather hippie experiment of trying to hitch-hike from Trondheim to Inderoy? The petrol stations we stood at, waving our thumbs like idiots, but still having hope that some kind soul will offer us a lift, but no, that didn't happen. However that village we saw, with houses painted with shades of pink, blue, purple, orange and green?. Man, I loved that.
Our trip rundt omkring Bergen?. The bus rides, the ice creams, Greek themed nights, sword fights, good food, great people around, walking on hot coal, Fana, Bomlo, Voss, Aasane and so much more. Wow! We did some serious travelling.The lovely lady who kept us for one night, at her home, the talks we delivered, the nights we spent working on presentations, they are all very sweet memories. I remember I did jump out of a window at Fana, and seriously sprained my right ankle. However I guess, I walked on it, till it got better. Good times ey?
Skiing, visiting Marita, going to watch Therese play, swimming, chilling out with Ellemari,bugging Blossom when she showed up, and so much more, that we got up to in that span of ten months. Such beautiful memories, gorgeous moments. All with you. I cannot avoid mentioning, the regular ranting about ' ahem' you know who I am talking about, and the cookery sessions with the occasional flaring of tempers. All, nice times to think about. In retrospect, they only made the bond stronger.
We flew back, to Incredible India, shaved off beards, trimmed our hair, and got back to adapting to a system, we were honoured at honours, and grappled with expectations people had of us. We lived together that year, trying to play house, cooking for three months, and I believe we did well. I remember you making my bed for me as I was lazy. I still laugh thinking about my five minute shower sessions and your forty five minute shower sessions, and the regular haggling for Auto-rickshaws in the morning and I even remember riding double to college on my bicycle.Aunty Ma, Fudgy Ma, the hurriedly gulped down milk, and bleary eyed nights, trying to get on with studies, to meet deadlines and to get by. We did well, my friend. We did ourselves justice.
2011 came, and we parted ways. But, our hearts never parted, our bones never separated. We are still one, still bound together in friendship and love. We met after that, in Bangalore and in Hyderabad. We hugged, made platonic love, we discovered Atta Galatta, we cooked and we sang. Sigh, such beautiful,surreal moments of joy.
Jai guru deva...om...
Snakkes Snart Kjaere Venn!:) Klem!
I remember the evenings, at the kiosk, the afternoons at the CSA office, the camps we went on, and the dinner dates (I don't have to correct myself, you know what I mean). The romali rotis, the chilli chicken ( yes, those days where you were not a vegetarian), and the numerous conversations. They were happy days. They were days where you could go on, and on, and on and not feel weighed down. Yes, there were tiring times, but the energy we shared rejuvenated me. Do you remember, the 2am walks around college?. The walks down S.G.Palya?. Sultry days,indeed.
Do you remember the Hoskote incident, and the time when we waited at Sagar Apollo, for a surgery to be completed on someone who was a service warrior, the time where we were scared for his life, does that strike your memory?
The times where you helped me when I was in hospital, buying my medicines, feeding me curd rice, holding me, loving me, for those moments, I am ever so grateful. A memory comes to my mind of cleaning up your puke at the volunteers room, just Mathews and I, cleaning away, and somehow there was no resentment or disgust, but just love my friend, just love. We were like one unit, alike in so many ways, but different in other ways, and those differences held us, and still holds us together as well.
My friend, do you remember the time, when we got onto a air-plane, and flew away, miles and miles away, to a land so foreign, to a place so new and yet we survived those ten months, through rain and sun, through warm and cold, through -40 weather and of course getting our testicles frozen in brazen sea baths. The numerous bars of chocolate we ate, the jazz we tripped on, and darling, do you remember the rather hippie experiment of trying to hitch-hike from Trondheim to Inderoy? The petrol stations we stood at, waving our thumbs like idiots, but still having hope that some kind soul will offer us a lift, but no, that didn't happen. However that village we saw, with houses painted with shades of pink, blue, purple, orange and green?. Man, I loved that.
Our trip rundt omkring Bergen?. The bus rides, the ice creams, Greek themed nights, sword fights, good food, great people around, walking on hot coal, Fana, Bomlo, Voss, Aasane and so much more. Wow! We did some serious travelling.The lovely lady who kept us for one night, at her home, the talks we delivered, the nights we spent working on presentations, they are all very sweet memories. I remember I did jump out of a window at Fana, and seriously sprained my right ankle. However I guess, I walked on it, till it got better. Good times ey?
Skiing, visiting Marita, going to watch Therese play, swimming, chilling out with Ellemari,bugging Blossom when she showed up, and so much more, that we got up to in that span of ten months. Such beautiful memories, gorgeous moments. All with you. I cannot avoid mentioning, the regular ranting about ' ahem' you know who I am talking about, and the cookery sessions with the occasional flaring of tempers. All, nice times to think about. In retrospect, they only made the bond stronger.
We flew back, to Incredible India, shaved off beards, trimmed our hair, and got back to adapting to a system, we were honoured at honours, and grappled with expectations people had of us. We lived together that year, trying to play house, cooking for three months, and I believe we did well. I remember you making my bed for me as I was lazy. I still laugh thinking about my five minute shower sessions and your forty five minute shower sessions, and the regular haggling for Auto-rickshaws in the morning and I even remember riding double to college on my bicycle.Aunty Ma, Fudgy Ma, the hurriedly gulped down milk, and bleary eyed nights, trying to get on with studies, to meet deadlines and to get by. We did well, my friend. We did ourselves justice.
2011 came, and we parted ways. But, our hearts never parted, our bones never separated. We are still one, still bound together in friendship and love. We met after that, in Bangalore and in Hyderabad. We hugged, made platonic love, we discovered Atta Galatta, we cooked and we sang. Sigh, such beautiful,surreal moments of joy.
Jai guru deva...om...
Snakkes Snart Kjaere Venn!:) Klem!
