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How I felt when I felt (2): The wave of vibes

It was a sunny evening, but looked rather an afternoon even at the dusk hours. I made a video call and he picked. It is exactly nine long years since I saw him last. That same old smile. That same old voice. That same old huskiness and seriousness that I used to admire and still do. He has not changed much except the black-haired head which has now gone bald totally. But he still looks good. We talked for quite a while, started where we had left last - something I happen to commonly end up doing when catching up with close friends. He was not exactly a close friend like my other ones. But we had a connection. I remember him baring it all over a quiet dinner at my place years ago. He was invited to our house for dinner - the house with my siblings and cousins where we had spent some of the most memorable winters in Delhi.

At first, we were occupied with some serious discussion - politics, government and the likes. It slowly directed us to some personal insights and that's when he began to explain why he was where he was at that moment. He removed layer by layer, pain by pain to show me the bare soul of his. And I was truly delighted to meet that. He was a brilliant student, intelligent and sharp. But then unfortunately his father passed away, and as the eldest and firstborn in the family, he had to take up responsibilities. That completely changed the course of life he was otherwise expected to embark on. I think he was quite comfortable talking to me, sharing the pain with me - something that my friends feel warmly about me as I am usually told.

Well, that was then. During the silent years (when we almost lost touch) the love of his life un-bonded and married someone else. His music school was gutted in fire. And he went back home again to start afresh. I don't know if there is anything bitter left for him to stumble upon. But he handled things pretty well. As he informed me last week, he is doing good. I still recall clearly there was a glow in those eyes strikingly different than any I have come across. There was a different wildness there, a untamed vibe. But the vibe was very friendly to me. I could recall more of it from the dinner conversation, the breakdown cries, the unbreakable smile and shine of those eyes, the instructed request or rather friendly demand, the night out, the raindrops turning into storm, the quiet dance, the shared laughter, the sleepless night of crowded silence. I can go on with the list. There was definitely a connection and a wave of vibes - uneven yet consistent. As I am crossing the untamed and unorganized waves amid the endless Andaman Sea while taking the ferry from the popular island to my hometown, I can feel those vibes. I still remember how it felt when we felt. And yes, it is a mutual feeling as I was assured yesterday although through a silent smile and receptive stares.
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