So its 11th of February,2015.
Two years since I posted that controversial picture on Facebook.
Been a while, huh?
Do you equally miss that thrill and excitement?
Where are you now?
Haven’t heard from you since long!
By the way, do u still remember, what size of bangles do I wear?
Or what is the measurement of my ankle form?
Or you ‘ll have to call my best friend to get an indirect information?
And give yet another chance to both of us, to laugh at such precarious situation.
That,memory is still so fresh, as if it’s just a matter of yesterday.
That u departed for a place which was hundreds of miles away..
Your moot court competition it was,
I guess at some place near Ahmedabad.
Oh yes, I do remember now, it was in Gandhinagar, Gujarat.
So damn excited you were,
And at the same time, a little anxious.
No wonder, passing judgements and delivering justice was always a favourite on your priority list,
And u have a dummy of its beautiful journey, which is yet to begin!
Walking on the sands of time,
A pebble obstructs my movement,
It’s the one, which gives me tremors and leaves me with an unprecedented restlessness..
I still feel sorry for my imbecile behaviour then, I know I fought with you over stupid silly things and distracted u there,
But, ask me, how I managed remaining distant from you on the 11th of February, when it was right in the middle of the valentines week!
I wanted to do the least I could, I wanted to wish you on call, at least.
But you were adamant, we both have been like that, except for that one trait in which I lag and the one that makes me feel bad..
You went to shop for me, even after the big quarrel we had.
How could I not take pride in claiming that I was the girl of your life?
How could I hide the butterflies that danced each time, inside?
How could people not be jealous of what we shared at a time..
That was incredible, the only one of its kind.
They still tell me, that I have been the luckiest of all times.. They still remind me that i couldn’t get a better guy!
Lucky or not !
I really cannot recall..
Since The pink pouch with green strings and golden beads, is all i have now,
The anklets, the earrings, and all its vanities are long gone, and only we both know, how!
I have everything saved me, right here, in my possession, but i no longer enjoy wearing any of those ornaments.
The glowing charm on my face, vaporized with your dreary absence dissolving in my life..
At least that’s what i get to hear, from each person who meets me after a while..
So be gone and never look back,
Coz somewhere i know, now, how to pretend..
pretend as if nothing ever happened between us and act like i am stronger than it appears to everyone..
And as you drift away into your own world, wherein you, yourself are the most important of all, just don’t forget to take all your superfluous words along,
Take them with you and bury them right under your face, But make sure you do that only if it brings to you, some level of shame..
Be gone, so that the deceiving look in your eyes remains hidden from me, the one that remind me of a thousand fake stories,
Be gone with your bag pack full of lies, so that it doesn’t echo of those false hopes, you had tied..
By the way, i believe you could clearly recall what day it was, when you made those meaning less promises, surfing on the tidal waves of lust,
Thereby, a very happy promise day, love..!!!
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