I stand in the balcony, watch it rain. Eyes close. I hear the sound of the airplanes that took off and landed every minute. Eyes open. Only, it’s not the same balcony. And there are no more airplanes I see, except the ones that appear as tiny as the stars. The feeling is the same. Just the things around the feeling aren’t the same anymore. I stand there trying to shift focus to now. All I think of is.. you. And the airplanes.
Smiles.
The only link I see between you, and what I had before, are these memories. Some faded, some as clear as a crystal.
I stand near the wall on the terrace with my hands folded. Eyes close. Feel the breeze. I think of the old guy who would spend the whole day fixing his old white Ambassador. This feels like home. Eyes open. There’s a brand new shiny car parked.
Smiles.
How quickly things change.
I listen to the classics on my itunes. Stare at the rain outside the window for hours. It smells like you. Feels nice. Eyes close. I hear the same record being played while I sat on the couch. I can hear Ma do something in the kitchen. Eyes open. Ma is here.
Smiles.
I’m happy. Touchwood. And you know why. How long has it been, anyway? I guess I must’ve overslept a few months, or years. Feels like it was just yesterday.
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Your smile is contagious, Ma and bhai would agree.
Expecting the sun to rise in a while. It’s going to beautiful!
You should have seen this, I would have seen you smile.
You write great, you know that? I’ve told you before but you don’t listen. You never listen.
The smile will always slither back, remember?
Love this post