AT CHETU'S

These pics. have been taken on the first of january this year at Chetu's place. I kept post-poning the visit for weeks. And finally it was decided that I go on 30th and next finally it was decided that I go on 31st and finally finally I made it in the first morning this year. I, as usual woke up late...at around 7:30 when I had a bus at 8:15 and got ready at merupu teega speed. Since I was all fumbling and running around, brother dropped me at the bus- stop where the direct bus was waiting for me...Hopped in and slept. Just opened my eyes at the ECIL stop and got down, didn't know how to go, nil balance in my phone. All the shops which might have recharge cards were closed. No panic. I was still too drowsy to be worried. Asked in a couple of shops, bought some roses because I liked them. The roses guy told me about a bakery and all...the card wouldnt work due to new year traffic.. blah blah blah...made it. Took a share auto. Made it there. Aunty came to pick me up, went home.
Their home is a beautiful place. It's located amidst small farms and is half an hour away from the city. Every part of their house is fillled with some sort of art, colour, energy. The kind of nervous energy that I always liked best about Chetu. Intangible assets of the house include incredible music. Every thing about them goes on with music. Bhavu(Chetu's twin) goes more with wit and design though. But everything there reflected taste and effort. And yes, it has unordered parts but they only made the stay more comfortable.


This is Aunty's garden over the roof...I'm not going to try to name them because I coudn't even count them. It was a clear afternoon sky and the sun was on a mediocre smiling range.
This is a corner of the garden on the roof..That's a bird nest and that's web surrounding it.
I took a few more pics of us guys. They look good. Though I grieve for my absurd hair turn out that day. We were happy and smiling through every pic and that I suppose makes up for the defects.

We had a bon-fire in the night.. They sang a lot..warmed us up...in the end, with some warmth and burning sparks left in the fire Chetu sang to me. Then we shared the Ipod and sang together some nonsense. It was a Kodak moment and I hope I caught it. I didn't. But the image of her smiling and singing by the fire is there in my head. Thankyou Chetu kun.

We watched Julie and Julia in the night and both of us agreed it was a bore. All this night out meant we couldn't go bird watching in the morning. And I regret it. So we sat down by the front door steps and went on talking, Chetu gave me the ringtone of Nodame Cantabile music which I haven't changed. We recorded some telugu songs in our mobile after many re-takes as I couldn't match Chetu in either pitch or tune. And then we heard a little bird singing along. The bird went away.

I started home wards that afternoon.

And sometime during that day she cooked Chings hot garlic noodles for me. And they're my favorite. Half because they are good, half because they bring along sweet memories that make me happy.

I wih I could elaborate more on everyone there..but I think it'll be pretty rude, so that's all you're getting.

If this makes for a boring read, of not much use to anyone, forgive me.

Ciao.

And Chetu if you're reading this, I'm missing you. And I miss the violin music you played that night.