This Is It.

So earlier today while I was at my dad’s house, I had decided that I would go the the park down my street to shoot around at the basketball courts. It was a gorgeous day! The weather was just right, and the sun wasn’t beaming down on me. So, im there shooting around for a good 40 minutes, and then some male Indian kid, who looked like he was around the age of 13, maybe 12, had shown up, and started playing basketball at the courts near me. This guy was wearing glasses, had low-cut socks on with basketball shoes, a red shirt, and some red shorts, and when his friend came he started to come alive. Randomly jumping around and doing shit, talking smack, cursing. He even had a pretty deep voice for his age! His friend were a black guy. Haha, literally all of these qualities, from the glasses to the cursing, or the low-cut socks and basketball shoes to the voice, reminded me of my own childhood best-friend, Jaskaran, who was also Indian and lived right across my dad’s house. Jaskaran moved away to Cleveland, Ohio the summer before the beginning of my 8th grade year. He was a grade younger than me. I never got to say goodbye to Jaskaran. That week that he had left, I was at my mom’s house, so when I had arrived at my dad’s house that weekend, I rang his doorbell only to discover no one was there, just a “FOR SALE” sign in the front. Jaskaran was literally like my brother growing up. In the morning instead of seeing your typical family eating breakfast at the table, you would see my family PLUS Jaskaran eating. I would go to his house all the time, or he would be at mine and we would play games or go play basketball in my backyard. It was him, me, and my black friend Josh. We were the 3 J’s. I miss Jaskaran, and today reminded me of our times when we were younger. I loved that. It was so nostalgic to see that Indian guy and his black friend and just how alike he was to Jaskaran. I miss him. I wish I couldve been there to see him one last time before he left.