To the times,
I'm walking along familiar roads, hustled along by the unknown faces of everyday business, when I feel you with me, maybe looking over my shoulder at the tiny trinket I buy, or browse through the musty,yellow books strewn on display, or maybe even give me our customary last glance backward, while I board an auto back home. But see, its never a farewell, with you.
For its hello, again! And I feel you once more, when I see a dirty, desolate woman abandoned on the bus-stop, crying unabashedly before the nonchalant world outside. I know you see it then, with me. Or when I turn the bend to my house, and see three tiny pups, sunbathing, nestled in the sandpits, while a little piggy tailed girl dances in excitement. And for that moment, I'm that little girl, and so are you! :)
And for just times like these, when I write of this and see you on your bed, wrapped in the warmth of the sunlight that comes in through that window above your head, reading Synge, plunged into oblivion of the fact that your girl,miles away, is writing this, with a smile on her face, hoping to see one on yours as well.
January 4th,2013.
To our absurdly meaningful mail chains, when words were enough to fall in love, over and over again.
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