My Present? Your Presence…
I first read the sentence “My present? Your presence…” on an Instagram post by ‘Riya Chandani on a page called ‘The Emotional Typewriter’
And thought, this is so beautiful…
It’s the true essence of everything, isn’t it? Of love, relationships, friendship, and companionship. With we people growing up towards adulthood and responsibilities, making messes and being busy is expected. And even though it is expected, instead of support, all we get are taunts and evil eyes and rumors. But even that comes with growing up, I guess.
On the day after my 18th birthday, for the first time in my remembered life, I came home to a party. It had only 4 people, including me. My mother, father, my sister and me.
It was a lazy, boring, and long college day. I was already 2 hours late, and I had a slight fear that my father might already be home. That meant I might get another lecture that day. (Like college lectures weren’t enough, we’ve got some extra lectures for your chaotic mind, Miss Chaotic Mess..!)
Anyway, as I reached my floor, I saw our neighbor grandma sitting by the railing on her brown-colored comfy chair. She is like a typical old hag. Making faces at everyone and everything. But that day, she was smirking. I knew it then, I was in trouble.
I turned towards my door and there it was. A white paper rolled and attached to the doorknob with purple and white satin ribbons. I rolled open the paper, but before I could read it the door opened.
There they were, all dolled up for a function I was then still unaware of. I entered and instead of asking the questions popping in my head, I felt my mouth fall on the floor. My first ever birthday party!!! (After my 5th birthday).
The living was decorated with purple and white balloons hanging from the ceiling. They had the same color ribbons hanging from them, and at the end of each ribbon, a piece of rolled white paper was perfectly balanced.
Each and every piece of the paper had a quote written on it. And each quote represented me one way or another.
With my hands covering my mouth and eyebrows touching the ceiling, I hugged my parents and finally my sister. No one, like literally no one can do what she did, does and can do that for me. Not a single soul can top that. Except for my parents, of course. And now my best friend. (He came into the picture a bit later)
Later, we had chocolate cake and a good-looking knife to kill it. *snicker* (Di forgot to bring a plastic knife, and we had to use our kitchen knife. It’s no biggie, but even now, it is simply odd and humorous to remember). I sang my own birthday song myself that time, and I remember all of them laughing. The video that my sister shot has proof of that. Well, the cake was almost cut through, and no one sang the song, and it was a bit silent so..yeah…I sang the birthday song myself. No biggie. (Except that even now it is a humourous reminder generally bought up to embarrass me)
That night after getting into our pajamas, I sat down cross-legged on my bed and reread the quotes and one-liners from the white A4 size pages. All night long, I simply stared at the ceiling as everyone around me fell asleep and into their dreamlands…
The point is, even though I still have those 18 A4 size pages saved, I remember the day more because my people were there. My sister was there. The truth is, as we grow up, the bonds and relationships we had with our siblings, cousins, and everyone around starts to decorate.
We still respect them, love them, admire them, but, with time and distance between us, we get detached. At least I did. Because, now if you ask me, I can barely talk to my sister for 2 minutes.
Now, all that is left are the memories, the moments, and the sense of their presence around us.
It is already 11.30 pm right now and I have no idea how I am going to wake up early morning tomorrow. Anyway, who cares?!
I will see ya later Aligatorrr!