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Repulse

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I was standing in front of the gate, for a moment I saw you smiling but soon you faded. I’m still carrying your photograph in my wallet, only to keep reminding myself how you used to look before going to that damn place only to never come back. I walked for a while in the compound before settling myself on a covered diwan of verandah. I was about to lighten the cigarette, but the thought that you would have hated it held me back. Why was I still waiting for you to open the kitchen door? I could hear your voice in my head. The lilies have grown all over the place with dandelions. I looked at the sky, the sky is always so blue here, I watched clouds moving, covering the sun. My heart is also clouded, whether to take a step ahead or stay on the path, is this place should I settle? Why is it necessary for me to settle when you were here, I never used to give a thought about it. What did you get by settling here, in this house, surrounded by tea gardens? Maybe peace. Whenever I used to ask ...

29 February

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I touched the tattoo on my chest, your initials which I tattooed after you were gone, to feel your presence in me. But somehow it feels hollow now.  If you ever had known about it you would have been so mad. I looked at the dead plant, I again forgot to keep the pot in sunlight. Am I also avoiding the sunlight, since when had I started to romanticize night? Blurred images of needles…smoke…drips…doctors… chants…cries…broken pens…and that damn colour blue… I lay my legs dangling off the bed and stared at the ceiling fan, I could see my reflection on the fan. Today this tattoo was catching my attention again and again, it had been there for a while now. Why was I trying to feel it now? I needed to bring more paint, don't know what had come over me to paint this room again. The color pink… The phone rang again, how many times I have told them to leave me alone? I turned the silent mode on. Throwing it away I picked up the book lying beside me. Words were also not making sense. A sudden...

Ashes and Fireflies

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When we were sleeping under the stars, lying over the grass on the hill from where fireflies rise, you asked me whether I would return during winter and if I Loved the people who loved me. I found my voice choked. Aman, I hated you so much for asking me these questions at that moment. I just kept staring at the sky without saying a word, pretending I was lost in my thoughts.  You called after the first snowfall of that year, and although you didn't say a thing, I could hear the contempt in your voice. You wanted me to be there, but the snow settled in the corner of my heart, which hadn't melted. Aman, when you laughed while watching the sitcom, and I couldn't even smile, I was so jealous. The whole night we watched the sitcom, you laughed, smiled and kept stealing glances at me while I just stared at the screen. I still feel those ashes in my hand; sometimes, I touch the pages folded by you in my books just to feel like holding your hand. People still ask about you here, bu...

Since You Left

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I woke up in the morning feeling heavy on my chest, heavy with all my emotions. I remembered your last words. When I removed the curtains from the window, I saw the new day. But for me, time had stopped long ago. I got a call from a friend—a friend whom I left at half-eaten dinner last night. I picked up the call and promised to meet him again tonight.  I lay down on the bed again. Thinking about what life has become after you’d left. I felt your hand on my shoulder, asking whether I wanted tea or coffee. I replied, “Whatever you are having.”, with a bit of surprise. I saw your body moving swiftly with the music. I didn't remember when I turned on the music. I don't even know when I last heard this old '70s music. I have always thought of you as music. When you left, the music from my soul took its leave forever. I saw my old wooden book rack, which you’d built for me. Mirror on the wall, an old date on the calendar. I've forgotten to change the date again. I promise my...

Coffee and Cigarettes

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The last time I saw his face was at the end of June. His questioning eyes were filled with loneliness. I tried to reason that shutting the doors would never help his hauntings. The smoke from the cigarette lit in his fingers filled the room. I walked toward the window to open its panes. I don't know for how long this window had been kept closed. There was a peepal that had grown over it. With some difficulty, when I finally opened the window, it felt like I'd set someone free. When I looked back, it was only me who felt this way. Opening the window symbolises him, memories of his love flying to the far place.  They say eyes never lie, but sometimes people just learn to hide the truth from their eyes. But I knew he was pretending. He offered me coffee, and when I nodded yes, he went to the kitchen to make one. I don't know why I always go to meet him. Maybe I'm also another loser hopelessly in love, trying to pacify my pain by looking at his pain, which seems much bigger...

Let's Become Strangers, Once Again

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I stared at the half-finished coffee; the mug had my lipstick stains on it. At first, I had the urge to remove them with tissue, but I didn't know what made me stop.  I sat on the verandah to watch the rain fall. A little kitten came and curled up on my lap. Earlier, when you were here, I was just another person for it. But now it also tries to find you in the sound of rain, in the droplets, in the petrichor. We both listened to the rain falling on the slate roof and slid down with heavy downpours. We had never bonded before, but now this kitten never leaves me alone whenever I'm at this place. How peacefully it was sleeping on my lap!  I had no idea how I would be able to leave it alone here. But this kitten is made for the wild. Whenever it misses you, it sits by your door and leaves. You can't cage a wild bird like I couldn't cage you forever. Even the mental pictures are blurred. You know it had been a long time since I had sung a song. I started to hum with the rai...

As it rained

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Last night, when I heard the rain my mind raced back to the times when rain only meant binge-watching Byomkesh Bakshi. I turned on the heater, the orange hue filled the room. Wish I could turn the blue into orange or pink or red or any bright colour but blue. I saw sitting you over the window, in a yellow dress, laughing over some silly joke, trying to tie up your waist-long hair. When I approached, you were not there. You flew out of the window. You were the child of the Ganges, like a river you all always flowed through every thick and thin. For how long I'll have to think about you. They say I need to settle myself down. Settle but where? What is meant by settling down? If you’d been here, I would have asked you.  Your friend called again. Sometimes I feel she tries to find you in me. We ended up crying together. They may care, maybe not. I do wish badly to start trusting the world again. I'm still figuring out with whom I'm angry. Now every call drains me, I'm afrai...
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