A Special Sunday
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Kalesh,
an old friend of mine, entered into the confluence of marriage yesterday, in
what I can surely expect, a wonderful ceremony. I could not attend it, as I had
to be present at another important appointment. I wish my dear friend, Kalesh,
a very happy and fulfilling married life. I had met Kalesh for the first time during
my days at the Polytechnic. I recount a story from my days at the polytechnic,
in Wall of Colours.
September
1 hasn’t ceased to surprise me yet. As you would too, be surprised to learn that
another old friend of mine, Jisha’s marriage too was on the same day, at
another place, in the same city. She is marrying her classmate from college
days.
Kannur
is a small city, when you think about what it lacks. However, when one thinks
in terms of distances, this city separates places with obstacles one cannot
imagine coming across in a city. An instance of which, I will recount here.
Before that though, I would like to wish my friend Jisha, a very happy and
prosperous marriage.
As I
was busy on the Sunday, September 1, I took it to visit Kalesh and Jisha on day
before. On the Saturday afternoon, as planned, I reached Kalesh’s house.
However, what would have been a half hour bus drive, took me more than one
hour. A grumpy traffic jam made me feel like I was riding a snail. I do not own
a car; otherwise, I would have spent the whole day there, trying to figure out where
to pick my way out. The bus driver was a skilled man. This is how the city
becomes a sorcerer, who shows things that aren’t expected.
After
spending some time at his house, I took another bus to Kannur and went straight
to Jisha’s house. It was after a long time that I had met her. A deluge of memories
flowed out within my mind. We studied in the same class from fifth standard to
tenth. We used to be rivals in studies. Every exam result was awaited with a mix
of anxiety and eagerness.
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Although
the city separated people and places miles apart, the memories that flooded in
brought old times together. I did not long for the past though. It was already
proved that my past was no better and glistening than my present. I prefer my
present, over past, because the present has you in it, dear reader. In the
past, I was just a scared and silent soul who always kept his safe distance
from talking aloud and standing up for what he believed as truth.
Currently,
I am reading the book titled, Quiet; The
Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking by Susan Cain. Somehow,
this deluge of memories I had, about my childhood days had a very close connection
with the theme of this book. Quiet deals with introverts. It positions the
introvert as a social outcast and at the same time validates a space for this
personality style. Expressing my introvert nature was a constant disturbance I always
lived with, during my childhood. I was blamed of being an introvert, and coaxed
to become an extrovert, as if the latter is in some way a better state of
being. I am very excited to be reading Quiet;The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking. A book review
of Quiet; The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking will follow soon.
Often
I get into situations, which tell me that I was in the right place and at the
right time. This one was very much the like. Once again, I wish best for my
friends.
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