Why are you coming back to me now?
After so many falls, so many Diwalis, Adnan Sami's music, countless trips to Burari, scores of good faces and nice voices, years after the farewell, eons after I last saw you.
Why now?
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It refused to go off my mind. His thought. The fantasy to meet him again. Free my soul, o Demon! You won't let me live in my mind.
The breeze was piercing through me.
I was being pushed by a brute force. Back into the past. Nothing to which I could cling to save myself. My vision went out of focus.
Haze and mist. Everywhere around me.
It could certainly not be August, 2007.
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Giggles and groans. Kids copying C & D solutions from Hawa's notebook. Vidhi sitting amidst a circle playing truth-and-dare. Mahesh desperately attempting to "patao" the chic next class. Vishal and Vibhuti fooling around. Prateeksha and Nancy whispering into each other's ears. Eyes searching someone.
The wait for him to enter the class. The prayer to catch him on the way the day I ran late for the class. The itch to know what his name meant. The wish to have him around in casuals on the Teacher's Day and farewell. Watching him giggle. The twinkle in his brown eyes. The pit on the cheek. That peculiar way to walk dragging shoes on the floor with stiff shoulders. An out-and-out dumb smile over the most stupid/embarrassing jokes. A sudden interest in accompanying my Dad to his Burari office quite regularly. Science board exam when he came on a bike.
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Take this away from me.
Or come back.
I must surpass this juncture. To reach out. To you.
Where R you?
2 comments:
Is it one of the flights in the realm of fantasies or were you really missing someone special?
Irrespective of the above statement this particular piece is still in congruence with the unique way of writing that only you can pull off. Keep up the good work...
P/S: - I am thinking of quitting my fag * Pained Expression*
hav always known u write well!..but dis piece means more to me..beautifully written nd felt!
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