The sun set a few hours ago. I am off the
Tube and walking towards my house. The blood freezing wind blows across my
face. Just another day for half a dozen teens coming out of the Griller burger
shop, the gentleman in his 50s and his wife trying to cross the road, the 2
beautiful blondes walking past me.....It is been some time since I landed on
the foreign shore but I am yet get used to the lightning fast and busy life of
this beautiful city. I am here in pursuit of a dream. I am, now, not sure if
this is what I actually dreamt of. All whom I love and all that I care for, are
so far away.
Away
from my homeland, away from dear ones, away from my memories, I lie on the bed,
with just you, to hold; your light brightens my face. The one whom I loved and held
closely, is long gone. I can still feel the warmth of her breath on my chest as
we started and ended days together. My mobile rings. The one person who has
taken care of me at all times. Her sacrifices, her love. Kisses mamma goodnight
as she goes to bed. It is past midnight back home.
I login
to FB. Nothing interesting seems to have happened in the last 12 hours. I do
not want to particularly chat to any one who is online now. I check my favourite
chatting site for my newly found Scottish friend. She said she would be there
but...My world, my time, my routine, my habits are all changing. I stare at the
dampened walls of my room. The emptiness of my soul takes shape.
27th
November, Somewhere in Northern Europe :
I am
not a writer. I am not a story-teller. I am not a friend either, that you are
bound to listen to my shit. I have always used you whenever I needed you. I
have never cared for you. But you are all I am left with. Walk with me...in
search of my Breath...
I
decide to write to you. I look forward. Nothing is clear. Listen to me. Talk to
me. As the time passes by, you might listen to the past. The old glory-days,
deceitful relations, corporate politics, first love that I lost, my sister,
addictions.........
I am
shutting you down for now. Peace.!
