They still held hands. Even though everything was over. Hold hands they would. Time had done it all. Neither healed things, not worsened. The past, the present..the gap. And the future, time had erased it all. Left things to be the way they are.
They held hands without communication. Without anything to say. Perhaps there was nothing left to say. Or just too much frustration pent up, that it was left on its own. Left to just be.
Time can be so still.
They still holds hands. Just.
She wished she was invisible. Or atleast had the power to be. So that no one could see the tears when they came, though rare. The things that hurt that didn’t need to surface into expression. For all the times when she wanted to be alone. She didn’t need to be. She could slip into oblivion among the crowd. It helped. More than often. But, not always. Sometimes, she wanted to say… Say something. Without being judged. Without assumptions made. To confess her deepest, darkest fears. She was human. Of course, she was. Alienated as well. Alienated from her own species. Of all things that were priority. WERE. A distant distinct psychological present as well. Of things lost in the crowd. If only she was brain dead. No emotions. No senses.
Or at the least, not having to think twice. Think twice before spluttering at attempted sense.
Sometimes, to cease existing.
“Delhi’s too hot during the summers, and too cold during the winters”
This is perhaps the one thing that distinctly described Delhi to me, some ten odd years ago, while it was as learnt in chorus in the classroom. Then, it was my aim to see the four metropolitan cities by the time I was dead. It was left to Bombay and Delhi.
Little did I know I would end up studying here. When an uncle of mine, described all of Delhi to me, I was excited. But I knew, my folks would send me anywhere but Delhi. I’m only more than glad to have packed my bags bags set off to a state I knew zilch of. It was mere frustration that got me through Semester one. I had no clue if this was what I wanted all my life. I enjoyed design, but to be ending up with it as a career was something I wasn’t sure of. Infact I knew I was in the wrong place.
It’s been ten months now, and I couldn’t have asled for anything better. With climatic conditions so varied, all the theatre and drama I could ever dream of, A gang of friends so wild, life just can’t seem to get better.
Life has zapped by so fast. Just last week I was done with my first day of school, while a friend and I were busy preparing a pretence trip to a movie. Then came high school with all the idiotic rumours and the number of times I was thrown out of the classroom for unnecessary incessant banter. Junior college paced with the movie buff I became and trying to understand the field I’d end up in. And now life’s as fast as ever.
Slow down a while. Enjoy the now
P.S : I’ve a fetish for Kannadigans 
 | Pooja on So. It would make a difference… |
 | Venom on So. It would make a difference… |
| Venom on So. It would make a difference… |
 | Prasoon on So. It would make a difference… |
| Prasoon on At last. |
