It wasn't just another day. It wasn't just another situation. It wasn't just another person. The day was special in it's own sweet way. As we made our way through the long winding mountain road, we giggled foolishly and hugged each other tightly, I got a high. A feel good high. A happiness high. I was wary. I didn't know what to do. Was i supposed to feel "guilty"? Should I have just left his hand and walked away in the darkness?
The never ending hilly path was taking us away. Far far away. Far away from the madding crowd. Hustle bustle of the coffee shop. The chit chatter around the mess. The glittering stars above shone brightly and led to us to nothingness. We walked as if we knew our destination.
Maybe we were meant to be. Maybe we were not. Maybe we knew our destination. Maybe we didn't. But at that moment it didn't matter much. Maybe because my personalized Cheapomawali's cheapo-ness has finally managed to leave behind a bittersweet taste in my mouth which is not meant to go away so fast. Maybe his foolish stupid little jokes which initially I used to think only he finds funny, has managed to seep in, deep deep inside me. Even if I try to run away and hide, fly and go far far away, a tingling sense of him will go with me.
Ya, i will carry a piece if this hilly road. A piece of our gibberish chatter. A piece of this starry night. A piece of this rain drenched muddy path. A piece of him with me when i go. I promise I will.
so all this while you were only boosting my self confidence by bursting out on my jokes and never really meant it ha,
ReplyDeletethats a fantastic way to show your concern...
apart from that....m already beginning to feel heavy about it.....depressingly uneasy to be more precise....
do hope dat u have loads of fun back home and much much more of it....happy footprints....n NGO stint....
COME BACK SOON!!!!!!