The gleam of Sunshine was too
bright. The sky was sparingly blue. Sameer turned on his side and stretched out
his left arm. The clasp weakened when something soft in cloth embraced him.
This was not the usual feel of Simba. Even the bed didn't render the usual
warmth. It was a good night’s sleep alright but why was he missing the zest.
Why did life seem a mere existence, all of a sudden? It was a conscious decision
taken by none other than him to travel so far and bear with the separation from
family for the time being. It had been just two days, but he was already
missing them so much. His weary mind seemed to give up on making sense with the
tumult inside. He was effete, deep
within, with his thoughts getting vectorial every passing moment.
A shrill broke through the somber
silence around Sameer. He could gauge the mobile phone going berserk. He was in
no mood to take the call without making peace with his inner self. Reluctantly,
he clutched on to the phone and said “hello”. A soothing voice on the other side
replied, “Sameer bhai! Hi, this is Priti” She continued further, “How are you?
How was your journey?” In a flash, Sameer turned back more than two decades
in time. His only kid sister Sarika, who was five years younger to him, had joined
school and it was her first day. While the parents waited outside the school
gate with bated breath for their wards to be ushered in a file into their
classrooms by their respective class-teachers, Sameer could see Sarika romping
around with another smiling little girl. During recess, Sarika introduced her
first school friend as Priti, who was distinguished by her hair being done up in
two braided tails. His presence seemed a little too close for comfort for the
little Priti. Sarika and Priti continued as very close buddies in the same
school, sitting adjacent to each other, sharing each other’s lunch bites, being an
avid part of the others sorrow and happiness until Priti joined a different
school after ten long years. It was just the second time Sameer was hearing Priti’s
voice in more than twenty years.
Priti had mentioned that she
would pick up Sameer in the evening on her way back from work. She offered to
take him to Meijer’s, retail major in Houston, to get his stock of provisions
before he moved into his new place of stay. It was a mixed feeling of emotions,
pride and happiness to see the little girl of yester years. She too was a kid
sister for Sameer, who had grown up, in his hometown, near his own surroundings.
He watched in awe as she smartly pulled up near the kerb in front of him and
stepped outside. As he fastened the seat belts on the front seat beside Priti, in her car, Sameer couldn't marvel at the simplicity, confidence and honesty
that she exuded. Indeed she had grown up. She stepped on the gas as they turned
on to Clifton to proceed towards Martin Luther King Av. en route to Meijer’s.
As she spoke about her family
(her husband Pramit and son Avik), as they caught up over the past years of
each other’s life as well as days in school, as they discussed about favorite
teachers and subjects, Sameer sensed the beginning of a new
chapter in his life. He felt a sense of belonging. There was an air of unspoken
proximity, a true sense of attachment. For the first time in more than a week,
he felt the calming embrace of peace and normalcy in his life. It was evident that Priti, Pramit & Avik would be more than his
extended family in Houston. Their's would be more than a calming presence to his
despairing solitude. The tempest seemed to ease off. He realized with glee that
he had found his home away from home. Yes, he had just found his lifeline in
Houston, a lifeline which would go a long way in helping him differentiate
between existing and living!!!!
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