“Be nice to your siblings. They’re the best link to your past, and most likely to stick to you in the future.”
Yeah. When I looked at the sight of the fading car, I couldn’t help but think about the same. My cousin, here for a brief period of six hours, was now headed his own way. Two others, on their way back to New Alipore, in a week’s time, would be heading off to where they live – UK. Chinky leaves for Boston on 24th August, to study urban planning at Harvard. My own brother has rosy ideas of marriage, which he intends to materialize by the end of next year. (Sheesh. I’ll have a sister-in-law.)
Which got me musing. Not happy musing. Everyone lives or is going to live in different parts of the world. All my various brothers and sisters. And it disturbs me, in a way. Twenty one of us, all belonging to the same family, and more on the way. All of us belonging to one big happy “Biyani” family. Which meets at every wedding and family function possible. I don’t care about the adults that much, but my cousins are the only family I know – who share the same stories and the same backgrounds.
It disturbs me. Knowing that maybe one day, sights of fading cars after six hours of togetherness will be all I know.
