Isn’t it strange how amongst all the other kids who entertain me and occasionally endear themselves to me, one runs right in and captures my heart straight out so that I miss him days after he has left? Ghocha, wherever you are, this one’s for you. I
I miss the fun and bustle of Sonali’s wedding although it’s been almost a week since the fell deed was done. But more than that, much more, I miss that damn nephew of hers. I keep hearing him call me “Sunnny” in that way he does so it’s an effort not to turn, to remind myself that it’s only in my head. When I hear his voice plaintively order, “Sunny, come! I’m waiting” I instinctively turn to reassure him that I will indeed hurry up and join him at his play.
What was it about him that turned my head so? I was bowled over by Arvind but I’m beginning to wonder if I haven’t fallen a little bit in love in the nicest sort of way with Ghocha.
What an absurd name it is to be sure, but how well it fits him. I couldn’t have son like that in a million years because to create a Ghocha I guess you’d need parents like his. But I do wish he were my nephew to play and watch while he grew up. I guess in a bit he’ll forget me so when next we meet, if that ever happens, he wouldn’t even recognize me.
I wish I had gone to Lucknow. I would have enjoyed the fun and he’d have been there to enjoy it with me. I just couldn’t make his family understand that spending my time babysitting him was entirely voluntary, more than that, it was what I looked forward to everyday.
I suppose that’s how it is with Dada and the pishis. Will I still go all silly about Ghocha in twenty years’ time, the way they go over Dada? I have a strong feeling I will want to.
Ghocha, you are allowed to have rum, I believe, so I’ll have a Bacardi in your memory. If only you were old enough, I’m sure you’d approve ;-)