Pleasures of Waiting
Have you
ever waited for someone to comeback in your life again?
Have you
ever waited for her phone-calls? You may have set your favourite ringtone to
her number as your caller-tune. But whenever your phone rang, my dear, you ran
barefooted in euphoria of hopes that she might have called you, just to get a
call from service centre. In a second, your euphoria turns out to be in
melancholy of sadness, a chaos of feeling in which you don’t know whether to
laugh on yourself or cry like a child. This is what love did to you.
Have you
ever waited for your mind to come back to the lyrics of the song you were
listening to? You started playing your favourite song and suddenly you realized
you are not even listening to it and you have missed your favourite line; you
replayed it but your deceptive mind start flashing ‘Ifs and Buts with Her’ in
front of your eyes and now its thirteenth time in a row that you have missed
the whole fucking lyrics.
Have you
ever waited for your silly thoughts to come back to you so that you will able
to write again? You thought, today, you will write with all your hearts out. Your
mind remembered you all the memories with her, you penned it down. Suddenly,
you hear a whisper, composed of her smiles and laughs, and without your
awareness, your mind misleaded your thoughts, you lost yourself in middle of
those open pages……………………...and now it takes you nearly an hour to start writing
it again.
Have you
ever waited for your unconscious mind to take a long deep breathing? How happy
you both were looking that day, on her birthday, when you went to temple for
the first time with her. Reciting and praying – how her closed eyes twinkled
for a second, how her lips bent sideways in a clueless manner, reflecting her
purity. Probably she prayed for your happily even after- the irony in its own
way. These memories of her left you go weak on the knees and you gasped for
whole day in search of a single deep breath. But dear, what you are going to do
when the only reason you were breathing was she?
Have you
ever waited in the middle of the night to get your sleep back? You started
playing with her hair, told her that how gorgeous she looks in those Straight
Layered Blonde Hair and she moaned with “achhhaaaaaaaa” in a childish outburst and
you both started laughing silently. But again, in the midst of your unconscious
intimacy, you heard a knock in your ear-probably a half-unfinished goodbye. Hurriedly,
you opened your eyes, you saw no one on the other side of the bed, at a gallop
you went to kitchen but you heard only drops of water falling in the basin,
making a sound just like her half-unfinished goodbye. And now, my dear, sleep
seems to be few light years apart just like her.
Four years
had passed since you last saw her and finally you decided to write a letter to
her. In the letter, you mentioned how much - you missed her voice, you missed
her nonsense talking, you missed her twinkling eyes, you missed her sheer
expressions. But dear, when you tried to write “please, comeback for once”, a
feeling came from your stomach - which now composed of dead-butterflies, made
to realize you that you don’t have an Address to send this letter and you
paused for hours, you paused for days. But dear, as an Engineering student, you
should know “A dead-person often doesn’t have any Address”.
This is how
a baggage looks like.
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