The Words Of A Friend: You & Me Tag

It was a stuffy Sunday night somewhere in Mumbai. I was sweating like I had waterfalls running from each of my pores, more so because of the stiff cotton sari that I was wearing to the event where I was at. And also because it was, well, Mumbai, where out of the 12 months of the year, you were sure to sweat at least for 10.

Oh God, will this man stop droning already, I screamed in my head, as I took the millionth sip of water. Anymore H2O and I could turn into a fish. Why had I even decided to come to this event, I didn’t know anymore. A month back I had received the following invite –

 ≡≡≡≡ Blogger’s Meet ≡≡≡≡

At Belinda Hall, Bandra, Mumbai.

On 23rd April, 2031.

“Oh wow! They remember me?”, were my first words as I read the invite. It had been 10 years since I left blogging… wrtiting actually. I had done okay for sometime, but then it tapered. Life took over and I stopped writing altogether.

Do I even have a working WP account still? I had struggled to remember my used id and password, because I had logged out and never returned years ago. I don’t know why I could never muster the strength to delete the account. Maybe because a part of me liked to remember how it was when I would write… the thrill of it, the comments, the friends I had made… and lost.

So anyway. My Husband had encouraged me to attend this meet. “Get out, meet people. Our daughter isn’t too young anymore. She can do without you for a few days. Get a life”, he had said.

And I caught that Metro from Pune to Mumbai, invite and memories, clutched close to my heart.

But it wasn’t what I thought it would be. Of course, hadn’t I known that? I mean, what was I hoping to find? I had gone underground, like a blind mole. Obviously I wouldn’t know anyone who came to this meet. Correction… no one would know me. I still recalled a few names, though the faces may have changed, but they didn’t know me.

“You’re Pradita right?”, someone said to me, and I turned my head up to find a middle aged man, in a crisp white shirt and a friendly grin staring at me. He looked familiar but I couldn’t say yet who he was.

“I am, yes”, I smiled back. Finally, someone talked to me, “And you are…”

“Savio, I’m Savio Paes, from Goin’ the extraaa mile?”

I have to admit at first I couldn’t recall who he was. But a feeble bell in my head sounded and then images came up. WP comments that we had exchanged over our blog posts. And I remebered him, “Savio from Goa?” I laughed as I finally recalled. I laughed because it was a relief to connect to someone finally in this dreary place.

“Ah, yes! Savio, from Goa”, he pulled himself a chair and sat down beside me. “Long time, right?”

“Yes! Funny how we bumped into each other… here of all places… How’ve you been? What do you do?”, I asked him in genuine curiosity.

“Funny it is, yes. As for what I do, well, I’m mostly a writer, but I also teach at a few universities across the world”, he said without a shred of arrogance.

I was impressed, like anyone would be. Across the world! Wow!

“And how about you? What are you doing these days?”, he asked me.

“Nothing…” I answered without offering anything else because I had nothing more to offer in terms of a reply.

“Nothing? Are you a homemaker or…”

“Yes, I am, still one”, I gave him a short reply followed by a wide, plasticky smile.

“But you used to write… what happened? Suddenly we could see nothing from the Pradita Chronicles anymore. You wouldn’t even reply to the comments people left you on your posts”, he searched my face for an answer and all I did was keep smiling.

“You let it go…” he guessed and then became sombre. There were several seconds of awkward silence between us. We had only one topic in common, the writing, and I’d left that, so there was nohing else to talk, unless one of us tried conversing about other things. He did that, “Well, I won’t ask you why. It must have been a personal decision, no doubt, for an important reason. But you clearly didn’t like the choices you had to take in life.”

I was surprised by his frankness. Was my discontent so easy to read?

He carried on, “But I will say this… I liked what you wrote. Some of us did. You should have continued. You still can.”

“No, it’s too late for me to start anything now. Not everyone is meant to be a writer, Savio.” I gave him another plasticky, bitter smile.

Just then the host of the show announced that Savio was to read an excerpt from his new book. Savio rose up from his seat beside me to leave for the stage. But before he left, he looked staright at me, gave me another of his broad, genial smiles, and said

But everyone is supposed to try. Don’t stop trying…

And he left, his words hanging in the air, buzzing in me ears. And it is then I found the courage to try again… in the words of a friend.

This short-story was in response to the You & Me Tag that I was nominated for by my fellow-blogger Savio. Savio is everything I’ve decribed in the story above, and more. He is a wonderful, warm human being and his blog reflects just that. Be sure to go over and check out his blog, The Extraaa Mile. Thank you Savio for this opportunity. I realise I’ve posted this rather late, but better late than never, right? I had FUN doing this. Thanks again 🙂

As part of the Tag rules, I was to craft a story about me and Savio (since he’s the one who nominated my name). The story could be anything – fiction, thriller, fantasy, whatever, but it’s supposed to be about two people. I was also supposed to Tag others to carry on this game.

So here are the nominees – 

Yuhu, Confused Thoughts, Bloggeray, Let me give YOU the Moe Down, Artful Aspirations, Jaipur Thru My Lens and Potluckhub.

I hope each one of you crafts a story of two people. It doesn’t have to contain me. But it should be your own.

Thanks for reading, folks! 😀 😀

Copyright ©2017 by Pradita Kapahi.

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80 thoughts on “The Words Of A Friend: You & Me Tag

  1. I thought you were going to say Savio was the guy droning!
    & I was surprised to see my blog nominated on your list – but I must respectfully refuse. It doesn’t follow my theme of writing. Apart from those I reblog & a couple of music posts, my writing is done in series & follows a story line. I don’t write one-off pieces. But thank you, for thinking of me.
    Daria. x

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    • Daria, you are always one of the few people who I’ve always looked forward to in terms of our exchanges on posts and comments. It’s absolutely fine if you refuse. I understand why you would do that, because of the theme of your blog. Besides there’s no obligations here. We’re all friends. Have a great day XOXO

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  2. But I hope you never give up blogging. I’m glad the fictional Pradita decided to write again but I hope that the real life Pradita will never have to give up blogging. Please don’t leave us hanging for ten years!!!!

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  3. Pradita, even if 50% of that comes true, I owe you BIG!
    ..and no ways would we want you to leave the blogging scene, you’re one of the good ones we have 🙂 2031, that’s a long long time away…and we’ve only begun 2017!
    Thanks for doing this, this was definitely a ‘Pradita Special’ 🙂 This one is right up there with the best on offer!

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    • I wish that you accomplish what I predict and much much more! And no I don’t want to leave writing either but no one knows the future. We can only hope for the best 😊 Thank you so much for that hearty praise. Made my day 😁

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  4. Thanks for nominating me Pradita. That’s an honor! Unfortunately, won’t be able to complete this because it’ll be out place and context on Jaipurthrumylens. You know I have stuck to a theme. I’m sure there’s something else that might work. Let me know if there’s something with the theme Jaipur. Appreciate your thought and nomination, Pradita. 🙂


  5. I thoroughly enjoyed this story. Very gripping and super interesting. I did not read the date on the invitation carefully and was wondering whether you had given up writing earlier. I certainly hope you don’t stop writing! And thanks a lot for nominating me. I’ll certainly give it a try soon.

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  6. What a nice read… I have been reading Savio since two years now. He is always great! As for you Pradita, you write really good, plz continue. I am a homemaker too and writing as well as child care is too much sometimes but then it satisfies my creative instinct. Welcomeback!

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  7. Warm story that leaves us with a promise of better things to come.
    I guess I must ask Savio about his lecture gigs and his new book. 😝😁😁

    Thanks for the tag. You know I don’t do them. But since it is a story, let’s see what I can come up with.

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  8. Creativity always finds its way. There are many times I have gone off blogging, but have returned like a moth drawn to the light. Part of what keeps me going , and different from the crowd around me, who don’t seem to have a life.

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    • You’re right in saying that. Ever since I’ve started writing I can’t stay away from it anymore. I’m happy that you think so too. I hope the future isn’t bleak for me like how I’ve portrayed it in this story. Thanks for visiting 😊

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