Ma big fat Memoir 08-12-2012

Today’s was a different evening.

I went to have a walk in the college. Took ma books to read from the gallery, I really wanted to see the sun today. But I didn’t get time to watch the sun at all. Somebody called me from behind and shook me from ma studies but more truly from ma thoughts.

It was Pathros. He saw me while crossing the gallery. But he hesitated, seeing me with books. I said that was ok.

So he sat there and we talked. He is some guy who is predictably unpredictable. He is rude but elegant, stubborn but nice, rebellious but gentle. Altogether he is a very good friend. But he can be secretive and elusive. Or is he avoiding something? I don’t know.

He asked me if I felt any insecurity walking alone late in the evening, I said no. I usually go for a walk in the evening, but in thrissur I was not that regular. Walking to the fresh air and cool breeze adding the shadows drawn by evening sun, you will fall in love with yourself and nature. 

We went to buy a chocolate cone ice cream; actually I wanted to have one. There were Christmas stars hanging in the shops. We walked past the countless stars. And on the way we went to the church.

 I just sat on the pew watching him. On his knee crossing his fingers, he was praying silently. It was a brief prayer, took him only a few seconds. I didn’t know what to do. I would have done what he did, but I just sat there watching. That was the first time I saw a boy praying because I was not a regular visitor in temples or churches and when I used to go once I never noticed others praying.

I didn’t know what to do because my eyes captured pictures of the altar, flowers, and shrines without any mental calculations or outcomes. That’s usually what happens when I go to temples or churches. I only think how beautiful the art is. And sometimes this thought makes me wonder why these all happen. People come to a particular place and they tell about their happiness and sorrows their wishes and gains. Some come to ask some come to give thanks. I wonder what’s the beginning of all these. And I wonder what will be the end.

He asked me if I did pray. I said I did. I lied. How can I tell him that I was busy wondering the same wonders that wonder me for years?

It was becoming dark, but we were not in a hurry to go back to hostels. We walked having our ice cream slowly, talking about cats and dogs :) He likes cats, those bluish wide eyed cute kittens. But on the contrary I like dogs, puppies or fully grown. These silly talks actually made my evening a beautiful memory. Why waste such a light evening talking things that matters. Debating on what we knew about these pets he walked me to my hostel.  

Hmm I liked this evening. I think he too likes this kind of small unplanned evening walks. This wouldn’t be new to him. But for me… I’m happy for his unexpected show up and for that icy chocolate we forgot during our chat. . :)