Guys I started this at like 12 am and I went to sleep at one yesterday. I had barely accomplished anything yesterday because there was something wrong with the computer. I slept in today and I just wanted to apologize for already screwing up my little system here. Okay real talk over.
ALRIGHT PART 4, LETS GO
I was tired, my heels felt like someone tried to give me a massage with broken glass and knives. My eyes were heavy and even if I didn’t have a mirror, I knew my eyes were dark and cold. Glaring at anything and everything, as if I was going to strike it down with lightning any minute. My thighs ached, my head was throbbing like heck. I felt like I was going to snap at any second you know? Anything that could even possibly get on my nerves would make me, explode like a firecracker. You decide to even wrong something I did when I was narcoleptic and you wouldn’t hear the end of it for the rest of the day and maybe onwards.
I AM DONE. I AM DONE WITH THE WORLD. I AM DONE WITH THE UNIVERSE. I HATE EVERYONE. LEAVE ME ALONE. YOU DISAPPOINT ME SO FLIPPING MUCH RIGHT NOW. WHO DARES TO WRONG ME WHEN I AM IN THIS RETCHED STA-
OH MY GOSH THERE’S A PUPPY OVER THERE
I’m not a morning person, try waking me up and it’ll result in you getting smacked in the face with a pillow very hard, or worse. I mean I am a physical hazard when I’m really worn out alright?! So you might as well put caution tape outside my bedroom, maybe a few traffic cones if you wanna make me feel special.
To cut it short, in Singapore it was morning, before twelve pm to put it at that. In California it was night. A.K.A the time I SHOULD BE SLEEPING. I take my sleep very seriously okay. My mom says I should be more adult because I’m older now and I should be more mature and more flexible. Sure I understand that but
it weely huwt my feewings.
I will not hesitate to snap and my dad of all people knows that. And he takes advantage too. I mean my father is probably the most annoying person(well to me)on this planet. Aside from my brother. Also he does this thing where its li- OKAY WE DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS
We were supposed to be meeting my uncle(mama in Tamil terms)and my moms uncle( my grandfather because he is my mother’s uncle, and in Tamil grandfather is Thatha, keep that in mind.)That was the only thing that kept me going to where we were supposed to meet them. Which was the exit out of the airport. My uncle, Jagan Mama, well he’s like a second father to me. All my uncles are, but there is something so different about him that earns him that position in my life. He never gets agitated to the point of it being absolutely absurd. I have never, in my entire life seen him get agitated, or even sad really.
He always manages to stay happy all the time. I don’t know how he manages to, he just does. If you need him to run and errand he will, without hesitating go ahead and do whatever you need for you. If you lose something he will gladly help you find it. He has this way of molding with people, no matter how ridged and course you are. You can be the most awful person in the known universe, and yet he would gladly talk to you like a good friend. This is one of those .human capabilities that are just so hard to have written in you. You’re just born that way. All of my family is that way most of the time. Me, I wish, but thats seriously not the case. I get mad easily, and I have the patience of a a child in the same room with a tub of ice cream and a box of cookies.
But my uncle is different. Everyone has their flaws but its kinda hard to find his. EXCEPT THE FACT THAT HE NEVER EVEN CONTACTS YOU SO YOU DON’T EVEN NOW IF HE’S DOING WELL OR NOT.
I mean seriously, we haven’t seen the guy in three years and we text him and call him and everything, but HE NEVER FREAKING RESPONDS. WHAT THE HECK MAN. My parents, and you guys can nag me and yell at me all they want but this is a key detail in this post, because what I witnessed moments after was something that had to relate to this alright?
And Jagan Mama, if you’re reading this.
Uh, hi.
Hows life going for ya.
No I’m definitely not writing about you.
On the internet.
For everyone to read.
On this blog.
So do you like eating bagels with pesto sauce?
pwease don’t hurt me
(I actually do its delicous. I know I’m weird)
We were also going to be meeting my moms uncle and my grandfather, Bala Thatha. Now he’s something else. I wrote about him a while ago on my blog about our last trip when we visited Singapore. And the fact that he actually reads my blog and likes it really makes me feel like I can do anything. Because getting people, adults mostly to listen to a thirteen year old idiot who has to much on her mind and little to no common sense really astounds me. He and his wife were the ones that always tell me really encouraging things, ever since the start along with other people as well. They are both incredible people that I really look up too because the way they see things in life is, wonderful. They don’t look at every thing as if it were a straight line. They are bold enough to bend it. I know I’ve used this line before in another post a while ago. But it’s honestly one of my favorites because its so true.
Bala Thatha is a simple person. He reminds me of Steve Jobs a little bit actually. He will keep contact with you and only call or message you when he isn’t busy, and I really appreciated the fact that he was willing to spend as much time possible with us ever since we landed in Singapore three years before. You can also tell that he reads a lot, like me. When you catch him alone he’s always reading something. Tablet, book paper, cellphone, whatever. And I like that. He also is really philosophical in a a lot of subjects. (I’ll get more into that later)Each thing he says has a really valid point and I think a lot of people lack that.
So I was obviously really excited to see both Jagan Mama and Bala Thatha. It was one thing to look forward to in my head and push me forward, plus it kept me from curling up onto the tile of the airport ground(no matter how disgusting it would be)and sleep like I haven’t slept before in my life. We finally got close to the exit, see there was this glass wall separating a section from this waiting area near the exit.
We searched for the two men, but then I saw the distorted silhouettes anamorphic glass. My uncle’s tall, lean figure, unmistakable. I pointed in that direction but my parents were already on their way around the thin wall dividing us to them. We kept a moderate pace but my mom was practically running. When she saw him, my uncle, her little brother, she burst into tears and sobbed into his chest as they hugged. I was starting to get bleary eyed at the sight. A few tears escaped my eyes my dad just looked at us awkwardly but he greeted both of them. We haven’t seen him in three years, haven’t spoken or even texted. My mom deserved the right to cry.
You understand what I meant when it was a key detail don’t you?
Family isn’t a big thing.
Its a thousand little things.
That was the day I realized that and I really hope I don’t forget.
Jagan Mama walked up to me and gave me a hug. I gave him a watery smile and tried to wipe my tears away quickly. He was so tall that I had to crane my neck just to meet his eyes. He and I always goof around so it was no surprise when he started snickering because of my height. It definitely broke the tense mood in the air. He started playing with Thulasi but my sister was like
No I will sit here with a pouty face, in my stroller and refuse to befriend this stranger that every body is claiming to be my uncle. I will smack him if necessary but I will keep a safe distance until he proves worthy of my trust.
I don’t understand how I managed to get all that from simply looking at her but we’re just gonna go with it right now.
A couple moments later I realized that I completely forgot to greet Thatha. I instantly felt really guilty so I turned around and we both talked for a bit. I was really happy to see him after such a long time. My dad and Jagan mama decided to take all our luggage to the hotel by taxi while me, my mom, my brother, my sister, and Thatha went in his car. We all went to the parking lot and he and my mom talked for a while before he had to go meet us with his car in the parking lot because it was kinda far. And the first thing I noticed when we stepped outside was
what the heck why is it so hot.
OH WAIT I FORGOT. THIS ISLAND IS PRACTICALLY ON THE EQUATOR. OH I DIDN’T FORGET ABOUT YOU MISTER SUN. WE STILL HAVE A HATE RELATIONSHIP AND DON’T YOU THINK I FORGET IT EVERY TIME I COME HERE. YEAH THATS RIGHT I’M TALKING TO YOU SUN. HEY WHEN I STEP OUT OF THIS PARKING LOT DON’T YOU BE SHINING YOUR RAYS OF DISAPPOINTMENT AT ME YOU GOT THAT?!
The sun and I don’t have a good relationship when we’re in Singapore together. I can say that much.
Thatha pulled up in his black SUV. When I climbed inside the air conditioning hit us real hard but it felt good. The one thing I don’t like about Singapore is that its not just hot here. Its like, humid. Your clothes stick to your back, your palms are constantly sweating, your fingers get all clammy, and you feel so hot that you feel like a toaster strudel baking in an oven at 350 degrees Fahrenheit.
I was happy though, we were with family, sure it was a small amount right now, but I knew we would see more people. It wasn’t a hunch, people gravitate towards people. I found that out through coarses of my life and I can still see it amongst other people. Its practically impossibly to avoid people you love. No matter how large the gap, the distance. We will always be found and we will always be found together.