We had a chat.
Sunday, March 08, 2009
♥ Sunday, March 08, 2009
We had a belated birthday celebration. At Angus House. Had Steak and sang a song. Went to test drive a car. And we had a chat. And i realised that i've missed chatting.
I am coming 23 and she's 24. We're one a year apart; i called her a bitch she called me an ass. Today, i saw a mosquito on her cheek i told her to slap herself. We laughed like mad after. I recall the last time we laughed like mad. She said the puppies looked like they were praying- all poised in one direction. The last time we chat, she was rubbing salt into the wound, i couldnt be bothered to reply her incessant questions.
And i know her for 23 years. I still call her a bitch and she still calls me an ass. And we talked. I tell her what i think about her profession, she tells me what she thinks about how i see myself. I tell her about what she could do with her time, she tells me how she feels about her friends. And i think about growing up. She thinks we grow more independent. I tell her sometimes its about commitment. She considers my lifestyle for a second; i put myself in her shoes for one. She tells me i am too hard on myself, i tell her she has got to get in touch with people more.
Catching up are 2 mundane words with extraordinary meanings. We take on the rat race sometimes, and life has got a pace on its own. Sometimes we slow down and others get to trod along. Sometimes we quicken and we get to meet people where they are.
But at that moment, when two lives meet, when two siblings stop their lives just for that instance, over a belated birthday celebration, without plan or agenda, as if it was pre-determined that that particular moment was carved for both of them and no other, catching up are two words infused with a sense of belonging. Catching up, at that particular moment, feels synonymous, with coming home.