Body - When not hungry loves to discuss theories.


Question and answers form a large part of growing up. Nancy indulged in a lot of question answer session with Megha, talking to her sometimes while washing clothes too. The gagas and gigis of Megha assured her she hadn't toppled herself on the bed while she cooked or washed.
A small town is often at mercy of rickshaw transport, Nancy did knew a few of them, but when they weren't available, traveling became a tough ask. Rickshaws here could actually take part in Formula One Racing she thought.
As she stood that day with Megha in her hand and an appointment with a child specialist on her wrists who visited town once a week, she found no rickshaws. She cursed herself for not arranging a rickshaw a day before.

Suddenly a car stopped on the other side, she saw someone wave out to her, she couldn't make out who, but the car then moved again to take a U-Turn to come to her. 

It was Lata, her school friend, she had changed, "Nancy?"
"Lata, oh! you, here, when did you come?"
"Come in, sit, where are you going?"
"a child specialist, but you, you carry on wherever you were going,"
"no, sit", she was firm, "I will drop you to the hospital and catch up with you, I would be leaving for France tonight, so come in, lets catch up."

Nancy and Lata had been bench mates in school, shared everything for ten years. Lata then was sent abroad for studies. They did continue writing for five odd years and then stopped, the last letter of Lata informed her of Lata's interest in the ideals of Karl Marx, Lenin etc., and the debates she had in the higher circles. Nancy thought of her being close minded then.

"so, Nancy, how has it been, you look the same, it still seems the summer of 74', and how's your husband? and this, what?

"This is Megha, and you have changed a lot, except your non stop talking,"

Nancy explained about how of and when of Megha, the questions from Lata kept pouring in, and Nancy thought that the traffic had increased or there was something wrong with the driver, he drove the car very slow.
"So are you still in to Marx?"
"Oh, no, not at all, why?"
"Well, your last letter said so,"

"those ideals were discussed over five course meals Nancy, in expensive diners etc., then once I was prisoned in Yogoslavia for three days, because I mentioned something very casually. Those three days of hunger killed all my ideals," and she laughed.

"Giving up something never feels good,"

"Yes, but if there is a huge bonfire lit inside of you, then there is or are no feelings left inside" Lata sighed and continued, "their teachings resulted in violence, while they spoke of peace and equality."

"So now?"

"so now what, married, two great kids, with one expecting, so now a grand kid for me, that's it,"

"and what made you come back here,"
she looked away, "pain, I guess, I could never lie to you, you know that."


Man - It can always see the two ends of all spectrums by default.