Lost and Found

An attempt at short story writing. It is more like a diary entry. Read on.

Sometimes the joy of finding a lost thing is unparalleled. Just like I felt after seeing you at the cafe after so many years. Years, that felt like infinity to me now. After high school, you were just, lost. No contact, no call, no whereabouts. No one could tell where you had gone. Someone said that your family has shifted to the U.S., some said you went away to Kota to prepare for the I.I.T entrance exam, others made up theories of how your sister had lost it and had to be shifted to Bangalore for her treatment. I still remember that sweet little girl and her beautiful smile. I tried searching for you on the social media, but like all other things I guess, these cliches have managed to keep you unaffected.

Much has changed. I don’t know if you will recognize me now, and even if you do will you pause and say hello? I have long hair now, I have lost so much weight and I have 2 tattoos. One that you can see clearly on my hand, exactly the way I had described to you, and exactly how you hated it. Now I am no longer the tomboy you might remember me as. Looks can be deceptive though.

I wonder who is the girl sitting opposite to you, is she your girlfriend? If yes. I would like to know what she is like. Hopefully you haven’t found another best friend to replace me, I never could. From the way you are engrossed in your novel, I can tell that you haven’t changed much. I finished reading it first, unlike the old times when you were always the winner. I am sure you will hate the end. To be honest, seeing you in formals is a little weird, looks like you have spent quite some time at the gym. The stubble suits you. Even though it’s hard to recognize you anymore, my heart has never been so sure. Because some things never change.

My boyfriend interrupts my long thought process, bringing me back to reality. I tell him what I want to order, but I am still focused on you. You just might look up and smile. Just once! Your attention is diverted because of the waiter, you look up. Look at me, damn it! I can’t handle this anxiety anymore. I wish hard that your eyes just cross mine for once!

Yes! Viola! There! You look at me. You are confused, the way I am staring at you. Seems like you have the same amount of emotions gushing through your blood. You take your time.

We exchange a smile, like a confirmation. I can tell you have recognized me too. I remember how you had said, “I can never forget this smile Motu. No matter where I go.” I think you remember your promise.

I think it’s not just me who has lost and found. I think it is both of us.

Backpacking Through Life

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