It begins with a massive hunt for a cassette. The blue cover with a guitar on it. It's our fourth tape. The last three ended in the most pitiable manner. I scan through all that is placed on the shelves. No luck. We seem to have misplaced it *sigh* The car ride won't be the same. But that doesn't mean that it won't be fun. As far as we are concerned, we really are the Sultans of Swing.
We stop at the mall. Our noses sniff out the food and soon we find ourselves chomping away. In between our sips of cola we talk about our lives, people, movies, the awful red food colouring and what not.
The same conversation flows at the dinner table. Only this time we entertain the mater and pater with all the happenings.They get it all. We, as a unit, are so content to be by ourselves, our music, our healthy food and bickering that even if the whole world knocked on our door, we wouldn't realise it. The world would have to wait for aeons before the laughter and madness die out.
It brings me a familiar kind of joy; A sense of completion. The childhood rivalry did not kill us. It just made us stronger... and closer. But!! I still think I sing Bohemian Rhapsody better than you do.
Ah! What the heck... let's just sing it together! Galileo, Galileo, Galileo - Figaro...Magnifico..
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