REMINISCENCE

It was the year 2014 and it rained like Gatsby’s love. Retro, intense, unique and elegant. I’ve witnessed it since the start. I’ve seen your heart painting an involuntary smile on your face when his message came on your phone and I heard that lovely Mockingjay whistle. I’ve seen that eagerness in your eyes and worry in your words when you waited for his reply or call. Lots of days I’ve witnessed your love through the windows of your words and most of them were accompanied with a mild wind of happiness which would wet and blur the windows of sadness all around. You both drenched themselves for days but the rain never stopped. I witnessed it from a distance with an umbrella and smiled in amusement. It makes all the sense now why you people didn’t even need an umbrella back then, you just had each other and each other’s arms. I don’t know and remember much about your first official date but I know it involved few things- two cups of coffee (maybe ice-tea), trembling hands, beating hearts and hesitant words off two hesitant lips. He wanted to remember each moment and you wanted to live every next one with him. Climbing, falling, scared, again falling and again climbing- such were your thoughts and such is your journey. But one thing remained intact throughout- your love and his commitment, your excitement and his calmness, your never ending cheerful talks and his gaze at you in astonishment. You flew together and you've met some hailstorms too, Clouds rained cheerfully very often and sometimes lightening occurred too. But you both flew strong and you’ve defied every doubtful thought. I’m a tiny-little-small bit proud of myself, for all the pushes I gave you to move ahead with him in the start. I did that because I saw you happy in true sense and imagined my own fantasy love story coming true. Today you looks happier than ever and more beautiful than any other day. Both of you are the star-crossed lovers of my life and you’ve  finally ended up together.

TICK TOCK, TICK TOCK

I looked up to the clock, five o’clock I counted. Its dials waved at me and digits said something too. Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. Tick tock of time it was. They’ve witnessed and cremated several insanely happy hours and various poignant days. On some days this tick tock came bundled with hurt along with a pinch of unwelcomed and alienated twelve o'clock thoughts. And in that despicable moment you hated who you were. Or maybe, what you had grown into. This wasn’t what you had written on the back of your notebook at ten o'clock lunch in school many years ago. It wasn’t your face, which you couldn’t recognize after a grueling an hour long gaze into the mirror. Instead, this was the mask of time. This won’t stop chasing you and it won’t leave anyone else either. I look up to the clock once more. This is twelve o’clock again. But don’t be scared. Let me tell you this little episode of a couple of minutes. Some people across this desert have carved beautiful statues. Some are drenched in sweat. Some statues have stain of tears and some are dried by the time. The colors those people had were just grey and black. And the time they had was just a couple of hours. Maybe that wasn’t enough. But look what they’ve created. The glint in your eyes says that you like them and this story a bit. Can you imagine all this? Can you imagine all this as your story and you as the hero? You could be just the same. Inside you I see some dreams have lasted. Some fireworks are still to be played. And after all this tragedy, some friends are still unseen. An alarm has just started ringing somewhere. Maybe it’s your brand new cellphone. It’s eight o’clock. Wake up from this yawning sleep and swim towards the shore. Out of this bay of gloom there’s another world. Climb the stairs of tomorrow. The bright sun you liked has never been away. It’s been inside you, the whole time. And there’s another one just outside this tainted window. It’s just a couple of tick tocks away. A tick tock of time and a tick tock of courage.

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