It’s okay

“If you wanna be my lover you gotta get with my friends. Make it last forever friendship never ends”. What better way to start my Sunday? The spice girls were no mere mortals. You could see the sparkle in their eyes every time my sister wouldn’t let me change the channel. Jesus Christ. When was the last time you said that? “Change the channel”.

My grandparents lived in an ancient mansion in south India, complete with ghost stories and buried treasure. My uncles would rent these horror movies and the whole family would watch it past midnight in this 400 year old house. One night on Christmas eve, they watched The Exorcist with my small sister, hiding at the back of the couch. After that, everyone left the house for midnight mass, everyone except for my sleeping sister. When the family returned, it is said that they found her latched on to the window, peering into the darkness, wondering where her family disappeared.

She can listen to all the spice girls she wants. I’m glad she’s alive.

This is going to be dark. Relax. They are not going to haunt you through my blog. They prefer movies over blogs for that purpose.

Tombs of Park Street Cemetery, Kolkata