One more time: Every 3rd year’s wish
Back“Do you think I can have one more tea at kamla?
I’ll find closure while drinking it and then I’ll go.
How can i even forget Ashoka lawn’s green grass and KMC’s photogenic doors.
When Tingu used to sell anardana and aam-chaska (suttas too)
Those “Ajay ji ke bread pakore and maggi” with an affordable glass of coke.
The times when back was open all day.
The times when I thought KMC’s auditorium will be renovated when I will be in my third year.
Some more moments in SAC, more time with the dogs in there, more time in library lawn, more discussions in sar-e-aam(RIP).
Maybe, also, one more meeting, one more class, and one more outing.
I’ll be full and happy and we can part.
But, in between parting, maybe we can laugh one more time?
One more prolonged moment where time suspends indefinitely as I stare at the red walls.
MY hope is if we add up the one more’s, they will equal a lifetime.
And I’ll never have to get to the part where I let you go.
But that’s not real, is it?
There are no more ‘one mores.’
I met you when everything was new and exciting,
and the possibilities of the world seemed
endless.
And they still are.
For you.
For me.
But not for us.
Somewhere between then and now, here and there–
I guess we didn’t just grow apart…
....we grew UP
If you are also someone who wants to share stories and experiences then write to us at Marketing@houseitt.in
#bingereading
Related Posts