Two long years without you...
Sitting by the swing in the little garden you nurtured
A thousand thoughts come rushing to my mind and make way for more through tears in my eyes
And once again your persona captivates me again only this time in my memory of you
I try to touch the wrinkles on your face only to wake up from my reverie that those wrinkles are now etched in my heart
It aches me that I don't have you to share this new journey I have embarked upon now
And believe me there are millions of stories being made every second, including the one I am jotting down now…
Every day is day one at Amazon and every second a new beginning of the myriad tales we hear from customers
It gets overwhelming many times with this and without a patient ear to listen to by my side but I know in my heart you are watching and listening to everything from above…
You are forever in my heart and with every new experience I carry you forward with me
You are like the guava tree you planted bearing fruit to everyone who needs you, the only catch is it is still here physically and you are not …
I keep wondering how you would have reacted on listening to the news of my first job and your words never really left my mind that you wanted to see me settled..
I miss touching the folds of the wrinkled skin of your cheeks.. and whenever I'd say you have grown old.. you'd say - " बुढ़ापा नहीं super-बुढ़ापा आ गया अब "…
It's raining a lot these monsoons, your room is still the same - warm, with your posters glued and your Gods as I picture you now as one…
Nothing has really changed dadaji.. still nothing is the same without you.. the कबाड़ीवाला is here and I am compelled to imagine you distributing the clutter stocked in home…
Just like you would free the clutter from everyone's mind…
Everything is just the same… and still... not the same without you...
29/9/2019
