A Past Revisited

Earlier tonight was Mr.P's sister's engagement  (aiyo, I am over him la!!! This is not some "emofied" post!!!). I was there, not for the engagement but as a favour.

Rewind to last week during one particularly pumped up jogging evening.

*phone rings*

On the screen it read, "Mr n Mrs. GE", a.k.a Mr. P's parents.

(conversation contents have been edited due to poor memory retention)

Mrs. GE: Hallo Hdaran. Enna aiya rombo naala aachi pesi. Engelellam maranthethingela??? Aperum, epidi irukingeh??? (Hallo Hdaran. Has been long since we last spoke. Have you forgotten us??? Well, how are you???)

Hdaran: Aunty... Ille aunty, romboh busy ah irenthedthen, neraya vele irekke atha... Na nalla irekken aunty. Ninge, uncle, akka, thambi, ellam epidih irukkangeh??? (Aunty... I've just been very busy, lots of work to do. I am fine aunty. How are you, uncle, sister (Mr. P has an elder sister) little brother (Mr. P has a younger brother as well), and everyone else at home (referring to their relatives that live around the area)???)

Mrs. GE: Ellam nalla irekkangeh aiya. Aperum Mr. P (can't use his real name now can I???) sonnarah? Akkavekke parisam vetkirangene...? Adetha varem Nyayetteh kelemeh. Kandippa vanterengeh aiya. Ore naalekke munne vanterengeh. Ninge kolam potteh taringelah aiya? Mr. P tha sonnareh ningeh alaga kolam poduvingeh ne... (Everyone is fine. Did Mr. P tell you? That sister is getting engaged...? It's the Sunday after next. Make sure you come. Come here a day earlier. Can you prepare a "kolam" (Indian rice art, go "Google Image" it) for the occasion? Mr. P told me that you do a great job with it...)

Hdaran: Aama, sonna. Kolam poda solli ketta. Emmmm, urrrrmmmm, sari aunty... Varen aunty... Kolam potteh taren. (Yes he did tell me. He also told me about the kolam (it was a few messages on Facebook, and I decided long, long time ago, Mr. P's chapter on "Just Me" is obsolete). Emmmm, urrrrmmmm, ok aunty. I'll be there. I'll do the kolam (come on, how can I say no the woman whom treated me so well and showered nothing but hospitality?)).

So, I drove down on the 25th of March morning. Armed with a mahjong paper, on it a simple design and coloured rice. I had a nostalgic drive down to this obscure location on the Malaysian map. Scenes of so many heartwarming instances from a past life. The house, the roads, the temple, the Maroon Wira, the Petronas. It wasn't weird. It was like being home. Aside from the strong reminiscence, I was truly happy. Because I have, truly moved on.

Seeing him was nice. Really. I was ok being around him. The cloud has passed.

My work...

I think the real thing is the fact that I am falling for someone else.

FYI, I was out of there and on my way back home once I'd done my part. Some other important chores needed my utmost attention.