Sometimes I look at you and for a
split second I feel like I am seeing you for the first time. I see a stranger
in the wave of people going about their day in a narrow corridor.
I see the wild curls in a half
ponytail, a worn off shade of burgundy, and I sense a warmth spreading out from
my chest. The cream and the orange of the kurti… the golden brown and white in
the eyes… I see them and a rush a familiarity embraces me… and in these few seconds
I relive every moment I have spent with you since that hot April day I first
laid my eyes on you… those of happiness when I felt loved beyond what I’d ever
dreamt of… those of unbound joy as well as those with tears. I remember all
those times at night on the bed, when you asked me if I loved you…
You walk towards me as I am lost
in this dreamy vision… you look at my blank face and ask “Hmmm..?”
I nod to say, “Nothing.”
In the sound of my breath I hear,
“If only you knew how much!”
