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Sunday, November 16, 2014

Kiddo speaks

We didn't get out last goodbye.. And in a way that felt right.. Because I don't do well with goodbyes.. Especially those of the "last" types..
{the last you remember me as dressed in a sari, completely trumping your estimates and expectations, and piercing you with my "looks"..}

Still, there is that mind boggling feeling.. Of a type I can't really nail down to something being felt before.. Maybe this is what sadness means.. But it sure doesn't feel like the "sadness" type..

Yes, it's more than that.. Something or some place where even the words can't reach..

I'll miss those early morning pick-ups, the 3.00 A.M. conversations, the zillion plans which failed each time during their execution, those crazy talks, those random punches, the "fights", those fight for attention, me piercing you with my looks (like you say), that priceless laugh, THIS and THAT, "paradise", and every other thing.. I'll miss my Meano..

He is Dear.. He is Special.. In more ways that I can let him know.. And hopefully in no way less than he already knows..

Even halfway across the world, he'll be still 'here'.. and that's the belief, I'm strongly living with..

This is where the "Brown Sweater" and "Boxer" come in.. My 'comforts'.


p.s. you know it all, M.


4 comments:

  1. One of the reasons why many say "see you" at good byes, or in Marathi they say "yeto me" or in Malayalam they say "varate"
    All meaning the same ........"coming back"

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  2. Distance is just an over hyped entity :D

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