THE WIND PHONE | MEMOIR

He Touched My Life Briefly but Lives Forever in My Heart

He was my brother from another mother

Vidya Sury, Collecting Smiles
The Wind Phone
Published in
6 min readJun 19, 2024

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I had just moved to Chennai and was in my B.Sc. second year. The bus ride to college was over an hour. I remember the first time I saw Ravi. I was just settling down with my headphones for the hour-long bus ride to college when I looked up to see his smiling eyes. Golden brown eyes with that perpetual “I am enjoying a joke in my head” expression and a crooked smile, the kind of smile you can’t help responding to with one of your own.

Ravi and a couple of his friends got off the bus at a particular stop, where I switched buses to my college. The next day, he brought me a red rose and presented it to me with a flourish. A little difficult in an overcrowded bus with sweaty bodies squishing one another, but he managed it with style. No words were exchanged. When the rose shed its petals he collected them carefully and gave them to me. I was amused.

He brought me a rose every day. At the end of the first week, we got off the bus as usual. Instead of walking away, he joined me at the bus stop and got on the next bus with me. A couple of stops later, there was an empty seat, and we sat down.

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Vidya Sury, Collecting Smiles
The Wind Phone

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