It’s love.
Your face comes flashing like the high beam of a car when I wake up every morning,
In day to day life, I am one of those who hates high beamers, but this time my rods and cones have adjusted in ways guided by our love, we are too blind now I realise!
You know, when my uncle John enters a party with her wife Jasmine, everyone turns around, under their breath, everyone plays scrabble with the same words and sentences,
Look at them, 30 years and still strong and madly in love,
Look at what they have created together, a beautiful impact, holding hands, never leaving each other, the organisations were meant to be born.
One of my smart, sassy aunt, 35 and crushing every career goal be like, I wish I had stayed with xyz for long, I miss him, look at these two, she leaves the scene with a glass full of you know what.
*Flashback Over*
Thinking about it, in all these scenarios, I only remember you, the bond we have shared, the learning’s, the craziness.
My pack of sentences drops down to only one,
I wish at Uncle John’s age, I am still holding your hand tight and kissing like I kissed you for the first time while you were busy climbing down stairs, inertia at my side, I turn around and our heads collide, few things are meant to happen in such ways!
Things followed, you let me in your catalogues of books, reading each title, bringing me closer to the idealism you carry and one you want to share with me.
I fell for the playlist in your head, punk and the jazzy silence.
You filled up the gaps I closed with temporary seal, knowing I am only going to breakdown, my beliefs changed and I am here, standing tall, once again.
I remember; how for you, in my life, there were no laws, you were free on “X” day, I would free up my calendar to just catch a glimpse of you,
If you were occupied, lost track of time and I was right outside your college at the supposed time you told me to be there in the morning,
I will quietly sit at the bus stand, just beside your college, observing life, reading my book and waiting for hours became “No Big Deal” for someone who had 10 tasks to accomplish in a day, people calling out for meetings and Whatsapp running with chats unread.
Your place slipped into my Google Maps, while I used to travel home, not a detour but the “The Tour” I used to call it in my head.
Running out of my working place, fighting with the rain, only to find network to make a single call to you became my chase of the day, fun little things.
We are closer than the song closer, we are the flowers growing in a peaceful island, we are the frontier!
But, now, I am far, quite far,
talking about distances and physical proximity.
There might come another individual who will be in love with the idea of you, doing 100 things which makes you go all wide smile and cover your face with the beautiful linings of your hand, slowly growing closer, travelling to your place, to your college like I once did, listening to your playlist like I used to, building the canvas of love again.
I believe; love can happen multiple times, there is no number to it.
*Pause*
Only a single request here, if you ever fall in love with someone else, just let me know!
I will turn into the surrounding air you can’t see, the strangers who helps you figure your way back home, the beauty in this world of chaos.
I will always remember that you loved me truly, made me whole and tuned my strings right.
There is nothing else I will think,
I will still complete the pending 10 tasks of my day and try changing the world closer to me!
#Loveyou
