500kms and Back

Root Cause - 2

It is an almost straight stretch of a little over 400 kms now, and sugarcane fields nearly as tall as the local citizens blur a hazy green on both sides of the highway. This, once a one-lane highway has quadrupled all along the way to Mumbai.

What was to be a quick snatch from time, to meet with uncles and aunts and cousins, has turned out to be an expedition into the heart and mind; mine and othersโ€™. Four days.

With each wedding and such alliance the rings of relatives reproduce. We are bound by a bit of blood and a bit of burdened boredom. We meet some with resigned reluctance; a few however — we meet with excitement and longing. For those that we look forward to meet, we cross the lines.

We deceive the irreversible dimension of time and cheat to get those few extra hours, almost in the philosophical belief that all that time is, is now.

Flashback

And what a wonderful few hours those were! Cherished because we got them and more so for the hush-hush sneaky conversations at night in the kitchen balcony with the lights out. Afraid of our aunt scolding us for staying up late. Because grow as you much, aunts have an uncanny ability to remember you as the snotty kid from a few years ago. They have an amazing memory, them aunts. In any case, we twenty-somethings and thirty somethings tend to become 5 and 10 year olds when we visit our aunt’s place!
We even allowed the mosquitoes to have a bountiful night-out and share some of the conversation that transpired.

Of dreams and hope and love.
Of hearts being broken and mended and opening up.
Of uncles getting old, of aunts never growing up.

The wonderful brew, right upto six in the morning, in the cauldron where past, present and the future were cooked in a single stew and devoured to our heart’s content.

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13 thoughts on “500kms and Back

  1. “Of uncles getting old, of aunts never growing up.”

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    “The wonderful brew, right upto six in the morning, in the cauldron where past, present and the future were cooked in a single stew and devoured to our heartโ€™s content.”

    Just the right mix.

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  2. Oh…I love the picture in the header. Long stretch of a road bordered by trees on either side…that’s always been one of my favorites. It connotes life, expectations, anticipation, excitement, enthusiasm, hope, dream, vision to me.

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  3. It’s heartwarming to know that you are still able to connect with relatives and maintain the “respect” for Aunts. Most people don’t have the same fond feelings anymore for relatives after they have been separated for a long period of time.

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  4. Love the picture … Trees and such amazing looking roots facinate me. The picture almost made me feel that it represented going back to ur roots …this trip of ur’s, isn’t it? It’s such a pleasure being with family, yes we do risk boredom as time passes and our thoughts, attitudes and maturity comes about. At times we find it difficult to relate to same ppl at times but yet the childhood memories however distant are the closest to our heart. Atleast that’s the truth for me. ๐Ÿ™‚ So ur post took me back to my child hood memories of family holidays.
    Payal

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  5. ==Jolvin:
    Yupsidoo lots! Nostalgia a great relaxer – and add to that the spice of today and tomorrow – makes a wunnerful cocktail!
    ๐Ÿ˜€

    ==Explorer:
    Yups – just the right mix! The photo is one of my favourite too! Your description however is much better than just saying ‘wow’. Nice.

    Oh, and weren’t you supposed to update the blog over a weekend (a few weekends ago)?

    ==Abaniko:
    I think I know exactly what you mean. Has happened to me. Yet, with some people it takes five minutes to catch up on five separated years and then life goes on as if the five years weren’t lost. Boils down to the value we attribute to the time gone by.

    ==Payal:
    See? It isn’t difficult to understand what I write – comments included ๐Ÿ˜‰

    The picture there is that@roots and interestingly – was taken in Kolhapur. I know what you mean – even today – stuff that we did as children keeps us amused and keeps linking some of us back! ๐Ÿ™‚

    ==Vipul:
    Yes, it is, even if the roads change size and texture, the path remains the same for new journeys to the same place.

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  6. Thanks! That description would have made a good blog material.

    You noticed!!!
    …..
    I wrote about this much yesterday and straight away began punching in keys to eventually give it the form of a post. I published it too. But today morning, I thought otherwise and deleted it. I said too much in it (Oops!).

    Before you notice again, I’ll have a post ready!

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  7. ==Explorer:
    Completely agree @ posting material. You shouldn’t have thought otherwise – I liked the tree! ๐Ÿ™‚

    ==Dharma:
    Thank ye! Don’t regret, keep in touch! ๐Ÿ™‚

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  8. Oops (again!)!!! I did not see that coming. Certainly not in the short span of 12 hours that the post was alive! Thanks. I’d rather have it off the blog. ๐Ÿ™‚

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