Still Thinking of You…….

As the clock strikes 5PM and I’m hastening out, done for the day, I quickly plug in my earphones getting myself ready for the journey back home or what I call a place where I stay now,..

While a soft melody rolls, cold wind hitting my face, as I pace forward faster, I drift back to another time, to another place, not too long ago yet seemingly ever since.

Every evening, reaching home after a long day to the loud noises of TV as I climb my stairs up, to the faint clattering of vessels and shuffles of my Mum reaching to the door with a bowl of snacks that she’s been preparing since noon, hugging me without a single touch in a way only mothers can understand, asking me where have I been so late when she knows I’ve been reaching exactly the same time every day. I notice my sister mute the TV and try sneak into our conversation, throwing a bag of chips on to me.

As I set back to a relaxing evening, with a cup of strong filter coffee, playing a random episode from my favorite series that I know I can never quit re-watching, only to get interrupted by the ring of my friends calling to rant away the day off, well that’s how we cope with everything.

We keep rambling random senseless stuffs to deep emotional conversation the whole time like we’ve never spoken for ages, as I hear my dad’s footsteps around my room, so distinct I’d recognize them anywhere, signaling subtlety It’s time for dinner.

Finally, I give up and walkover to the living room, plonk myself in front of the TV and wait until my dad passes a funny comment about my sister’s midterm scores or be it any random joke, I roll my eyes and laugh, then walkover to my mum and wrap my arms around her, I smell the ghee roasting in the pan, she holds the spoon dripping with batter asking me to grab my plate and set for dinner and for another interesting rather made up story from my childhood

I feel the memories floating away in the loud noises of traffic, city roads, gushing with a crowd of people speaking a hundred different languages, my music faints away, so does my memory of the smell of strong coffee and dosa as it turns and sizzles

I am whispering inside of myself, hold on a bit longer until next moment, until I can come see you again, until then from what feels like halfway across the World, I am Still thinking of you!!!!

LONG, HIGH AND WIDE - Sharon Jemimah

I see myself going far and long with just blind hopes and dreamtales. A wanderer, a nomad, there is no destination I can get to, just for the sake of a traveller, being a companion with someone I can go far for nothing, that, to me, means everything.

I drown myself in my own high, surrounded by the ones I believe are non-aligned, unprejudiced and detached from the world, just as I am, but who can know the depth of a man’s heart. Suddenly, even the flaws and mistakes start looking beautiful, I try to embrace the moment just like it is, dancing to someone else’ rhythm. Feeling belonged is a different kind of high, because at those moments everything you do is right, and everything is perfect as such. I wish I am left at that moment forever as I close my eyes, I never really wanted to know the reality of those times.

I lay there for a while, I wake up to see the rushing waves of the sea, where all my emotions abode, in the abyss. I forget myself in the curves of infinity, looks just like a dream where love meets love, but all I can do is look at its ravishing beauty from a distance and smile as to drown is to die, both in sea and in love.

Returning home, I never really came back, as I close my eyes again, I see my soul still left at the seashore, yearning to hear the stories that left untold.

- Social Missfit