She remembered
the red brick walls,
standing tall between them,
the blue paint peeling off
from the windowpanes,
the slight tip of the chimney
visible from her balcony,
where he saw her for the first time,
her yellow dupatta waving to him
in the wind.
the red brick walls,
standing tall between them,
the blue paint peeling off
from the windowpanes,
the slight tip of the chimney
visible from her balcony,
where he saw her for the first time,
her yellow dupatta waving to him
in the wind.
The overhead tank on her terrace,
Where they held hands, stole kisses, counted stars on their fingertips,
and dreamed of holding each other,
for the rest of their lives.
Where they held hands, stole kisses, counted stars on their fingertips,
and dreamed of holding each other,
for the rest of their lives.
They waited for the nights
to meet, to talk, to see each other
under the soft light of the moon,
to feel the power of love,
and nourish the thoughts of being together,
to eternity.
to meet, to talk, to see each other
under the soft light of the moon,
to feel the power of love,
and nourish the thoughts of being together,
to eternity.
Until that one NIGHT
that changed everything.
And she lost him,
forever.
that changed everything.
And she lost him,
forever.
The impossible became possible.
She began living alone, without him.
She made up reasons on his behalf,
struggling to find out what happened to him that night.
But he never returned.
She began living alone, without him.
She made up reasons on his behalf,
struggling to find out what happened to him that night.
But he never returned.
Memories good, bad, and sweet,
now cling to her,
like greasy oil patches,
and stubborn stains,
born from careless cooking,
caused by distracted thoughts of the past.
She now lives,
by herself,
with a wandering mind,
an aching heart,
and misty eyes,
that see things
with a special lens
colored by his love.
now cling to her,
like greasy oil patches,
and stubborn stains,
born from careless cooking,
caused by distracted thoughts of the past.
She now lives,
by herself,
with a wandering mind,
an aching heart,
and misty eyes,
that see things
with a special lens
colored by his love.
ABOUT THE ILLUSTRATOR:
GEETI BAIJAL
Geeti is a nature enthusiast, fitness freak, a great listener.
She is also a dreamer, a compulsive traveler,
an artist who seeks inspiration from everything
and is capable of feeling a ton of emotions at once.
She has recently found her new love for illustrations from musings in everyday life.
You can follow her on social media on @geetibaijal
She is also a dreamer, a compulsive traveler,
an artist who seeks inspiration from everything
and is capable of feeling a ton of emotions at once.
She has recently found her new love for illustrations from musings in everyday life.
You can follow her on social media on @geetibaijal
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