Every time I think about calling you, Wondering, you have enough time to listen Words were not enough, when the silence speaks
Every time I think, what if you were here Only to realize that it’s just me and my thoughts Words were not enough, to tell that I miss you
Every time I think, about the last time I saw you- a farewell without good byes and good bye wishes I should have known that, this is my last chance to speak
But words were not enough, as I was left numb I had a million things to say, I had my secrets to share But time was up, and it was time to go, So I prayed for you & for the moments of a lifetime.
She sat in sand watching the waves touching her feet; she could feel the cold water making her feel light .The cool breeze was easing the moments of solitude.
She looked at the distant horizon, tears blocked her sight. She knew he is there somewhere, though out of her sight. Back home, she curled herself against the pillow, so that no one hear her crying. She had learned the hard way that, it only makes her weak.
That was years ago. Now when I walk with Pa slowly to his pace, hearing him telling about my childhood stories, I smiled wondering, things haven’t changed much. I am still that emotional, sensitive, stubborn person though I am not a chatterbox anymore. Pa was asking about my career, job and of course finally my marriage. I knew this was coming, but hearing from Pa was a different thing coz he never accepted that I have grown up and them suddenly he was talking about his daughters’ marriage. I saw that ease again in me that I was always comfortable talking to Pa about anything and everything, there was nothing to hide, he just knew everything.
Last some weeks I was stuck up with my work, having not enough time to talk to anyone. I heard my pals complaining, asking me to slow down. Lot of festivals passed without much celebration; even during diwali I surprised myself by separating myself from the crowd. I guess it was essential. Finally I was ready to give an answer to Pa. Amma was always a silent spectator; she knew she can’t influence me the way Pa do.
I haven’t really accepted the thing that I am getting old so I should start looking before “I get out of the market” in broker’s terms. But then I don’t have enough time and have to do a dozen things. Times ahead might be tough but surely interesting though in between I may bid farewell to Mumbai with memories for a life time and few people in mind, which I am sure, a part of my life.
Guys, I am back to blogging… now onwards I am sure that you can see me regular on your post and comments J
Oh! I wish I had answers for every little thing you did
that I wont be left numb seeing your old diary.
I am not so regular these days in blog world, taking a break from everything, but just thought of posting this one which i wrote on one of those lazy days...
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