First sight; July 2009

I remember the day when I first saw her standing across the passage. I had gone home to meet my friends. The instance is crystal clear even today, as many times in the last few years, the flashes have kept the memory afresh. Her hair was clipped with a bow-bip as usual – one single tie on centre top, the rest of the lock of hair just effortlessly flowing down. She looked at me – for a moment – I thought it was a stern look that any guarded woman would give to a stranger. But she didn’t look one bit of a stranger to me. The few steps between me her were the slowest at that time. She was wearing a dark – what looked like a black –red – dress. Standing side ways, facing what I now know as uncle-auntie’s room. She had just recently had a bath, her hair was recently dried – was probably getting ready to leave for work – it was 10:30 in the morning on a week day. The slow walk of 5 steps that seemingly took about 6-8 seconds to traverse felt elongated.


Getting to know her over the last 16 years, she has literally grown on me. All over the years

It was difficult to understand what I felt for her as I never brooded over all the various instances when either I felt weak, I felt sky-high happiness around her, I felt lost, I felt my body temperature drop because I felt my being froze in front her, I felt time stop, I felt… I just felt all these things and many more. But never understood… never gave the importance it deserved. All through the years, I lived with the feeling, enjoying them as and when I felt them. Finally a day came when she wasn’t there. I looked around attempting to find her – just to find that she was gone! I panicked.