TALES OF BRENNEN

I always have a feeling of amazement and admiration of how creepy we humans are. We become so close to a person today and the next day we make the same a stranger like we had never or ever met that one anywhere. How tactfully life brings up certain moments right? Some are so unbelievable sometimes that it had always and always left me in awe when people changed their behavior within just a blink of an eye just like autumn changes to spring. Such awfully people be with us, act a little and quit like nothing was there between us, is the most quirky thing I had ever felt in my whole life.

I am seriously so puzzled about what is this thing called time. You see, Time had bought us together to a place enchanting each of our minds to a bond of relishing happiness and togetherness and at the same instance time itself is that one thing that had separated us in a way that rethinking is simply a mystery. How heart wrenching it is right? It makes you love someone and within an instance it will leave you deprived of everything you’d loved, like those most valuable two years of my graduation. Two years, two heavenly years and four semesters were like a bewitchery nightmare jinxed and vanished by someone’s sorcery as quickly as a bat out of hell is. I still remember the first day of my college. And my second meeting with Ayana (first was on the admission day). While digging out each and every grain of those beautiful memories, I also remember how I met those happy faces and how quickly we got together.

We never cared about our classes and teachers who cared us when we bunked our classes to spend our time at shanthivanam( peace forest), a place blessed with nature stuffed with trees of different kinds and the only voice you can listen to is birds and birds alone. And do you remember our valuable time of chit-chats and gossips about people passed before us at panjaramukki (sweet junction)? , The most beautiful and favorite place of ours made of a wooden bench to sit, under a huge tree which we called pranayamaran(love tree). It is where we spend most of Friday’s lengthy lunch breaks mouth watching both boys and girls passed over. It is where we had our sip ups which has been brought again and again when got finished once. It is where we made plans of our start-up for our very dreamy future which is simply very unlikely to happen, or mostly I suppose it is improbable.  Maybe we were the only ones of our class who bunked their classes to watch a new movie or to explore new paths especially new corners of Dharmadam beach. Do you remember that rainy day of ours at the beach? Everything of that day still seems so odd to me. How strangely we screamed with laughter at the wind to make a last call to our moms to say we loved them and sorry for all the mistakes ever made. How quirky we were when we had shavarma after that hustle, laughing together for that one lively instance of mirth. I can never forget that day. That was so wondrous that it can be remembered by me even after my life. And how delightfully different we were when we made every moments of our college, pages of an exuberant book called college life memories.

Everything is still clean and visible before my eyes, how every single lady got along so well making our first two years of college a splendid pleasant dream. We eight of four each were always there for each other whenever one was in need and always got to spend much of our so called no-going-back-days-of-graduation beautifully together, not till the end but at least the end of the day it ended. It still feels very bad for me to say the-end just the very bad way it really happened. Never have I ever thought in my entire life, that I would finally be in such a day to see this. When and how is still an astounding question for me but I am sure every one of you had felt the same weigh of stone just the way I had felt during that last day when every others was happy and contented. What was the actual thing that happened between us? What was that most powerful thing that was powered enough to defeat our togetherness? What was it that broke us into pieces of shattered glasses, strong enough to shear and rip our heart and soul? I don’t know. But whatever, it doesn’t feel good. Never good for such a strong bond to be separated itself into different groups. Never good when each and every one of us now cared only what matters us and others are what they are. Selfish is what we are turned into. Or are we afraid of losing each other? I don’t know. But whatever I wish it be for a good end. Just the way we says’ it always happen for a reason’ I believe the reason behind this, this silence, be for a good thing too, good enough for us to be bonded again into that old tittle-tattle gang.

Hopefully me.