Cheeku
On your twenty sixth birthday, all your friends came home to celebrate. Gaurav ‘Paschatap’, Sardara, Chunny, Sarpreet, Venetia…Shagun brought a cake. Then there were Tipsy and Diva, Sharmila and Aamir…You continued your journies through the galaxy and did not return home even this year.
We chatted and we toasted you…we remembered so many times gone by, so many places with you and your pranks…Deepu Bana was not here but your throw at him to go for his Nani’s wedding was very much recalled.
And then to ‘Oh Calcutta’ for Bengali food. I remembered how you would show great appreciation for Swati’s Bengali food although I could never figure out whether you actually understood fish so well! We sat around a round table and ordered food and all that you would have ordered. You loved good food as much as good company and witty conversation. The evening deepened into night and I could sense you were there. There was always that instinctive urge to look to my right and then to left now and then to catch a glimpse of you, to catch that twinkle in your eyes, to hear you roar into laughter…
But you were missing. Or were you?
Dad