It is like the drive up Nathu La
was listening to music,
while the drive down
understanding the lyrics.
As the ride took little pace
suddenly I saw a picture of my dad
yes, in my driver
it usually happens to me when
I speak to elderly men
The climate outside was getting cooler
As we drived up
But monsoon had began within
As my cheeks felt the showers
Each horrible memory of my childhood
Playing like a movie
It wasn’t Sanam my driver
It was his warm personality
Also he was too handsome to be my dad
Whenever I see a good elderly man
I think what if even a percent of this man my dad would be
So different each day of my childhood would be
Then suddenly a BRO Quote appears
“Tough times don’t last, tough people do”
So true I murmured under my breath
Sanam, was kind
He felt the vibe
He shared how he misses his small daughter
But this made my rain showers
Become silent thunder storms
Sanam didn’t know what went wrong
As I was already a bit low
But ‘missing’ the word only
Reminded me of my sister
How I wished to be there
At the airport, to wish her goodbye
To tell her, in one way or another
Intentionally or no
She did shape me into the person
I have turned out to be
but I am an awkward human
I know I wouldn’t have said so
If I was there, would have
Helped her and may be hugged her
And her behaviour would as ususal
Make me wish to stab her
Again a BRO Quote I read
“BRO it is never too late”
I wonder if it was to
Tell my sister what she means to me
Or to stab her
Smiling slightly I got down near a lake
Me and Sanam caught hands, had a quite walk
Without a single word
Just absorbing the beauty of the place
Silently, admist the touristy chaos
Just before I entered the jeep again
I saw a mother trying to save her small kid
From the cold, she held him inside her own jacket
I tried to see her till the last moment
The climate changed outside
As the clouds started covering the roads
So did the stormy clouds cover my heart
And heavy rains made my only tutle neck sweater wet
First time in the ride my crying made a sound
However I am too good making it feel
Like a cough & nose cleaning sound
How could I let her be alone
In a moment I knew she would need me the most
Dad is never there when needed
Grandma had left us abrubtly
Neha had to leave
How could I have been so selfish
And come for this IV?
I read a BRO Quote again
“BRO look on the bright side”
For the first time ever
I smiled in the middle of tears
Yes I thought
Wasn’t it all worth it
To be here, in the middle of clouds
And with these people #onelasttime
Meeting so many people
Formally and on the roads
I had consoled myself
As we almost reached Gangtok
When again a BRO Quote appeared
“BRO you live only once”
As if summing up my entire
Emotional Turmoil in the drive down
Sanam and BRO Quotes became my new BROs
I am not sure of meeting these BROs again
But they have given me a lesson
I will rewind again and again