Kukee and Us

facebook Kolika Chatterjee 8:58pm Dec 9th 10 years with my best friend To kolika.chatterjee@blogger.com There are so many more memories, that only you and I share, like how the first morning with you, you barked at me and I couldnt get off the bed because I was scared of dogs and the door was locked from inside so no one could 'rescue' me from you. Sep 16 1999. That's probably why I was always the 'stupid one' between us. You are wiser than me, more realized than me. If I was even close to what you are, I'd probably know where you are now. All I can hope for is you're at peace and you're happy and comfortable. That you've met Ghotai and can somehow still understand me. It was nice growing up with you, and not having you as a pet, but as an equal. No one else might think so, but you and I sure did. I'll always be lonely without you. I love you. Kolika has shared a link to an album with you. To view the album or to reply to the message, follow this link: http://www.facebook.com/p.php?i=9374431&k=R3BX44VQT55G6BAERA6ZVSRYRWEC265EWQ&oid=1296429494835 She was not always the saint everyone thought she was. I remember her being locked in Mom's room for a couple hours and she ripped her clothes off and peed all over them. She used to have gala times with the kitchen trash basket, especially eggshells and veggie-skins. Not so surprised now that Ghotu was her daughter, huh? She was quiet, bordering on stealthy, loved stealing shondesh from any plates left on the center table by the guests.  She was quiet to a fault but would yell your ears off if you entered what she considered her place to protect--Mom's bedroom. She hated Santosh. and she bit the priest.  She held her daughters by the ear if they climbed on Mom's bed or squabbled amongst themselves or in any way deserved to be disciplined. I saw her go from a girl to a woman, a mother. Someone who would bite and chew of any available smell of bone, became a supine feeder for her hungry, greedy, mischievous daughters. I saw her go from a fun loving chirpy youth to a ferocious protective Mom suckling her tiny babies.  And she saw me weave my way through moves and boys--juvenile to more, from one failure to another. And looked at me, like she was about to burst into a plethora of words and advice and rebuke.  She's around now, telling me to go back to work, to go to sleep early, to do whats prudent, to realize. Maybe someday. Hopefully soon.