My Sunshine Week

It was scorched and desolate. Both the surrounding natural environment and the within mental state. The respite used to entice in drifting phases - clouds and breeze on the outside; and the 'within' witnessed bear hugs from the Man and M conversations.

The world was all like a daze and I was a stoned entity (read "stoned" as "doped" a.k.a "Narcopolis", and you'll know in exact preciseness what I mean)! And in the end, it was just the countdown to being eastward bound. Definitely no-way close to being the favourite destination, but some people make up for it. And as always (and will forever), they matter more than this place.

And a complete gastronomical delight it was! Of course, pleasant weather and my first rains of the year. Favourite food, cooked by the favoutite Him; that "Yes, I know.. You don't have to tell me" look and that heart melting smile. That constant "looking out" for me in  his own small and in utmost incognito manner. But, I knew them always. His, after all. Those everyday long chats over hot cuppa, the waiting-for-me every evening for that 'chaal bhaaja, chanachur and cha' and that extra bit. Those stocking of the things I love. Those "talks" that He knew very well I'd have never asked, despite the extreme yearning and longing for the same.

And making super secret plans for the last 24 hours, before I go skywards again, and making a Big Day out of it!

Yes. He made sure, I had my Sunshine.

He made sure I had my favourite things.

I had Him. And He knew that.

Because, all you need is one "look" straight into the eye. There is the "Yes, I know" smile, only visible to us.
And the hug, that makes me want to hold on to it forever.

-The Trip-y Traveller

p.s. Chaal bhaja-chanachur-cha doesn't taste the same on this side of the country.

-TTT

"Remember to forget" - ttt

to the boy who made me laugh even when we fought


i sometimes forget
how your eyes shone when you teased me at the moment i was almost angry
and i paused, breathless, and wondered how someone could tear me between 
distance and desire so easily

i sometimes misplace 
how your hair smells
and in my blindness
i run my hands over every rough surface of my body
wondering why my skin never retained your touch
the way my mind did

of all the things that made home in me and never let go
there's that uneasiness which remains

and when it gets quiet enough at night
you can still hear my bones struggle beneath my flesh
seeking your presence
wrapped around them
like a song, always playing
in the night, always playing


p.s. : something borrowed from a blog page.

p.p.s. : not mine. but somehow it struck and it stayed. i'd be lying if i say i don't know "how", for it turns i know perfectly well the "how" in this case. and the funny part is the 'coincidence'. the freak coincidence. and that's not what i appreciate. because, i hate to even think that in a parallel universe, there's a creature who is so alike me and so better equipped in terms of faculties, that the creature can so effortlessly make the thoughts translate to something legible, and that makes me feel betrayed and exposed. which is not something that finds acceptance. and yet, being so tempting and alluring in itself, makes me resign to it, albeit grudgingly.

M!

Throwback picture from six months back

(for that's the nearest in the recent times that we have)
When we were together after six long years.
Same frame and same place were probably too much to ask
So all we had were those long whatsapp chats.
(double yay for the voice notes)

And now that you're back where you belong
And this is also taking far too long
So, I'd better hurry and wrap this up
As "short and sweet" is how I was taught.

Be good. Be wise. Be crazy. Be nice.

That's as far I go with the rhyme!

Happy Birthday M!


p.s until next time!