The winds are blowing fiercely. Fast enough that they’re taking with it my words, my thoughts, my ideas, my memories.
And I thought I had become very oblivious of the world and the world is merely returning the favor. I run violently. I thrust my ear phone in my ear to hear to the very loud incomprehensible sounds just to placate the deafening voices in me. Bewildering life. Cajoling me to live.
The words ooze out of my skin and float in the air, aimlessly, purposelessly, fearlessly. I try to grab them in my hand; they slip away, like sand, like smoke, me and my futile attempts.
And then I keep on lamenting the things that I told you, which I shouldn’t have and the words which never escaped my lips about the feeling you had the right to know.
Maybe because the people with whom you entrust with the best of feeling, with whom you’ve shared your past, your present and the worst, you once wanted to share with them, your future, have an absolute knowledge and desire to leave you mid way, get rid of you as if you are some tissue paper, used and binned, just like that. And sadly, these people, more often than not, exercise their ability to do so.
Time repeats. If it has happened once, it can happen again. Forever
So, he turned back, smiled, and uttered the last words before bidding farewell, ‘take care’ and she kept on standing there, seeing herself falling in his eyes, seeing them stealing her place in his heart, finding refuge in his soul, capturing every bit of him that was once hers. She kept of tugging her lips, with thoughts quivering to come out, she kept on struggling with tears and questions like why couldn’t she take care of him instead?
He turned back to walk away and kohl began spreading beneath her eyes.