Perfunctory calls, customary messages. Anything beyond, causes unnecessary duress. Sure, we’re bound together by family, by ancestral ties. But it’s now metamorphosed into an equation we no longer recognize.
We never feel at home with each other, there’s a facade that envelopes our conversations. There’s a forced politeness, a pretense that overrides our actions.
We don’t miss each other’s company, because, hey, we never had much of it anyway. We don’t cherish our time together, maybe that’s why, the memories I have of us are always in disarray.
We don’t take liberties with each other, we remember each other’s birthdays based on calendar reminders, heck, we’re mere upgrades from a stranger. We don’t share our failures, our fears, our flaws, we’re just too uneasy in each other’s presence to discuss our thoughts.
You and I, we belong in worlds that are passing trains, parallel plains; we may share a meal, a hello-hi, but we’ll never be each other’s ally.
Because we’ve gotten used to each other’s silence, we’re okay with our absence filling the void, we’re comfortable with our ballooning aloofness.
Blood may be thicker than water, but it’s definitely thinner than the wall of ice we’ve built between us.
Annapurani Vaidyanathan