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Through the airport’s glass doors


Through the airport’s glass doors
I walked away from you.
My passport in hand,
The ticket in my pocket .
I was wearing your white jacket ,
The last thing you’d given me
Before I walked away from you
Through the airport’s glass doors.

We could still see each other
Through the glass doors.
I joined the queue,
Looking not forward
But backward at you.
As I approached the counter
Memories replaced reality
And through the glass doors
We could see each other no more .

I walked all alone
To my seat on the flight .
The letters on my ticket
Seemed one step closer
To transforming into skyscrapers
Streets and Noises
A place where i couldn’t find you.
But right now,
We were only a few metres apart ,
If you yelled through a loudspeaker
I could still hear you .
And so I longed to hear you
On my seat on the flight
As I sat all alone.

The aeroplane took off
We were far apart
Getting further apart
At a speed of 900 kilometer per hour.
Despite being high up in the sky
I felt low thinking about you
Distance was just a matter of time
I reminded myself
As we got further apart
Since the time the aeroplane had taken off.

I was in a new country .
And having crossed three oceans .
I was held captive
In lady liberty’s land
Her hand reached upward
But not eastward towards you
And our tiny house
Where every night
We had a candlelit dinner,
Eating slowly
Watching the melting candle
Harmonize with the ticking clock.
I was picturing the impossible
After I’d crossed three oceans
And reached a new country.

I unpacked my suitcase
In my new tiny home.
And more than half of it
Was filled with memories of you.
Pictures, your perfume
And the blue eyed stone , the nazar
You gifted me on our first anniversary
Saying it will keep evil away from you.
It took me forever to reach
My half of the belongings
In my new tiny home
While I unpacked my suitcase.

I missed you
And Wanted to meet you soon.
I pulled out my phone
Answered the call from you.
I could now hear your voice
Not through a loudspeaker
But through my earphones,
I could now see your face
Not through glass doors
But through my mobile’s screen.
We talked and talked
Until you hung up saying
“Wish we could meet soon
Darling, I miss you. “

Christmas life Love

All I Want for Christmas… is You!

Author: Vrushali

It was the beginning of December, and they hadn’t seen each other in person for more than nine months now. They missed each other’s touch that used to heal their pains and all the miseries. They craved to feel each other’s breath while his nose brushed past her cheeks. She yearned to gauge the depth of his eyes while he just wanted to caress her hair. Both of them longed for not more than a hug that would bring back all the memories of the beautiful past and wipe out the dull present. The past nine months had seen it all. The journey had the fair shares of her absence in his joys and his presence in all her cries. It was getting more challenging for them to wait more, each passing day, with guilt, regrets, resentments and disagreements, but they didn’t want it to end. He was ignorant and selfish, and she was sensitive and over-possessive, yet, they both knew that they wanted to be together. Every fight made them weaker but the anticipation to finally meet, and execute all the plans of how they would hug, kiss, smile- made them stronger. Every time they felt like giving up on the bond, those calls that though were never enough- made them stay and work harder. The distance of 500 miles tested every bit of their patience. 

But this time, it was very different. There was a kind of numbness in the emotions. She became used to his uncaring attitude and paid no heed to him whatsoever. The weeks of not talking to each other did not bug her anymore. She was not angry or upset, just uninterested, and in no way she let him interject her space. For him, everything was falling apart, and all the dreams were getting shattered, for she was his first love. For her, everything came to an end, for he was her last. He called her every day, and she remained quiet. She listened to him, which he never did. He spoke everything, which she never did. She wanted to feel special and be heard as his mom did. She wanted him to drive her home and feature on his social media as his friends did. She thought he would fly to her place and surprise her. Maybe he could desperately text her in the middle of his day or go to the gym to get fitter or send her pictures randomly. He just wanted her to understand. The way they loved and showed love was different, and no one could understand the other. After his numerous failed attempts and the infinite chances she gave, he couldn’t put up with the stress anymore. But, in front of the struggle in the past nine months, everything seemed insufficient to her. They could neither reach any middle grounds nor heal their wounds. In the process, they also lost their friendship as they lost their grip on each other. And they finally put a full stop to the LDR of more than nine months and chose to break up. 

It wasn’t long that the Christmas eve came, and with their shared playlist in the background, she scrolled through their old chats. A tear dropped down her eye as she glared at his profile picture with his new haircut. With her shaky hands, she opened the hidden folder of their happy photos together. A flashback of all of their memories and moments ran through her mind. The tears knew no bounds as they reminisced the past. Short of breath, she reluctantly opened his chat again and started typing. With sentences that didn’t make sense and numerous typos, reiterating the same memories, she poured her heart out. She was needy and had no courage to face this harsh reality. She couldn’t bear the pangs of their separation and had lost all her hopes. But the way it ended, it held her back. She deleted the whole long paragraph and restricted herself to just typing a single line. The clock ticked 12 and the ticks turned blue the moment she sent the message saying “All I want for Christmas…is you”.