Spidey - January 2022

 It was the day I had watched Spiderman: No Way Home and for me, the best moment was when Andrew Garfield had stepped in, wearing the spiderman suit. He was reprising Peter Parker. Yes, it was just for a short time but, it was surreal. A cinematic masterpiece for me. As a child, unlike other girls of my age, I used to fantasize being spiderman, thanks to him. And, after all these years, seeing him again was really beautiful. I was in the theatre watching the movie with two of my friends, both huge fans of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, but, nah! I didn’t care about them at all. My bliss was right ahead of me. Playing on the screen. And as much as I was thankful towards Kevin Feige for making it possible, I realised how small things in life tell us bigger stories. It was obviously a memorable movie, any fan would agree to that, but the more memorable part was, it took me back. Back to 2012 when I wore a Spidey Jacket wherever I went and told myself that I need not to be scared because Spidey would come to save me. Memories are weird. The most memorable moment to me is being lost in the memory itself!

It was a huge crowd of people, all desperate to witness the ultimate crossover. Facebook pages were filled with memes about the movie and because of my dumb luck, it had been released the exact same day my exams had started. I didn't use social media handles for a while, all because I was scared of the spoilers. And, when finally the day had come for me to watch it with 3-D glasses on and witness even the minute details and scream, maybe really loud, in some scenes, I have to admit that I had become that 8-year old self.  Spiderman wasn't just a Superhero. It was a part of me back then. Glad that Nepal doesn't have anything such as Oscorp. Because if it did, I would have, potentially and intentionally, gotten myself bitten by a radioactive spider. We, everyone at the theatre, had stayed for the two end-credits of the movie. That's the thing with Marvel. Easter Eggs. And, even after the end of the movie, you are left wowed. Devoid of every other thing and it makes you feel that particular part. Feel it in your bones. I still remember the second end-credit and how I had lost my calm watching it. It's silly remembering that particular moment, I must have been naively stupid, but, that's life. Anticipation pays off. You live in the moment and you cherish it afterwards. You live it, own it, and you don’t need a camera shutter to capture that. You know. The most important moments are never really forgotten. They stay with you. Forever, if I may. 

The movie was basically just a few hours, 2 hours and 28 minutes, to be precise. I had owned that time. Even the interval. And, I remember this because it was a nostalgia in itself. After the movie, we went to a restaurant to eat, typical Nepali culture for movie watching. We had some snacks, the girls captured some snaps and we went our own ways. With the traffic of Kathmandu, and the unsystematic way the vehicles are handled, it’s pretty chaotic. So, I decided to walk home. I thought of France, the empty desolate sidewalks, how the cherished life of bobolinks began there. But then, I was in reality. Again. In most places, there are no sidewalks, and where there are, it’s a street fest. Had it been some other days, I would have played a random rock song from my phone. But, this was different. I wanted to own every minute of this day and on my way home, I must have recalled every single scene of the movie. I was obsessed. Honestly, maybe I still am. I was living a vintage existence that day. The day was perfectly tender to me, and I was being chaotically weird. I was being the 2012 me. I would have bought a Spiderman jacket if I had had some rupees. But, again, that’s life. You don’t always need what you want. Also, I knew that the tiny jacket was still in the cupboard, probably, all torn up, but, it’s not in the objects, it lies within them. And, in those torn red and blue threads of the jacket, I found the version of me who was so fond of Spiderman that when every middle school girl had the stickers with floral prints stuck to their book covers, mine had Spiderman on it. 

It’s special that the memory I am recalling right now is connected. I am a grown up and the worst thing the end of childhood does to you is take away the charm of being happy with the tiniest things. So, that day, I guess I swung myself to another dimension with an invisible web that made all those memories a part of that present life. It was one of those moments I loved to live again. All thanks to No Way Home. I had traveled back in time for a day, and it was memorable.

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