Welcome dear. How have you been?
It's been a long time since we have met.
Are you tired? Come on in. Make yourself comfortable.
There's juice in the fridge. There's food in the oven.
Feel free to use them. You might want a wash.
I bought new towels. Do you need one?
You know, I have missed you.
No, not always. Not day-in day-out.
I missed you when she left me.
I missed you when my mom died.
I remember searching for you. I needed a place to cry.
Back then, I didn't always like you.
I even hated you sometime.
Why wouldn't I? You cage me.
You don't let me fly.
My soul's a bird; don't you know?
I want to explore. I want to experience.
I want to know how it feels to kiss a stranger
at the end of New Year’s Eve. I want to know how
it feels to sail. I want to feel the call of sea.
I want to hear the roar of the mountains.
No, please don't call me a traveler.
There's no wanderlust in me.
In fact, I hate packing. I hate moving
around with luggage. But I want to experience
those at least once. I want to know how
it feels to sip hot chocolate, in
a chilly evening with the view of the town from a
hill-station. It does sound mesmerizing. Doesn't it?
But I doubt if any of that will ever be possible,
now that you are here. I gotcha spend time with
you buddy.
After all, Monsieur Loneliness, you are an old friend.
-Debaleen Das Spandan
09/06/2019
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