The Friend

Its been almost 20yrs. I no longer remember him. His hands groping me in the dark, that cellar where we used to play, his fingers counting the naked ribs of my body…they are all forgotten.

He was 18yrs old when he had come to our house to help granny with her household chores and he became such a good friend of mine. I could never imagine those summer afternoons without him. Granny sleeping in her armchair, mom and dad out for work and we, playing in the cellar. Our games nobody knew of since it was our own small world, our games, our little secret !

20yrs down the lane, he is just there in some amorphous form in my mind… lurking in some corner, my friend is long forgotten by the family but his memories still continue to linger on in my mind, no matter how hard I try to forget them.

P.S: this is my first attempt to write a story.

For the sake of the "Silent Noise" that resides in me...

It seems to be like ages since I had last written something. If I sit down and ponder I could probably think of 101 reasons for the same but sometimes, its futile to find the reasons behind a cause...
A lot has happened in both my macrocosmic and microcosmic world: Am almost in the middle of a new year; India has elected a "Stable" government hoping that it would bail her out of the present slowdown; an extragavanza called IPL 2 is over and won by the most unexpected team..etc.etc.etc: so much so for defining my macrocosmic co-ordinates.
As far as my microcosm goes, well it is difficult to put down the things in a),b),c) format. I was confused about the world and its people and am confused about it all the more now. The more I try to decipher the meaning of things, the more I feel I am getting lost in the labyrinth called LIFE. My sense of self has undergone a change. The self which I perceived as "me" has become volatile, amorphous; my earlier image in the mirror is getting blurred day by day and some new form is taking its place; the cacophony of the noises is growing louder and louder...their silences are turning more and more deafening...
...So I take my recourse back to the thing I enjoy doing the most; forget the 101 reasons of not sticking to it and go by the 1 reason which always makes me come back to it...