|Outside Dilli Haat, India|
Days, when you are not here feel like pointed needles. Pricking me through out the day. Not piercing enough to drip blood. But, a constant reminder nonetheless. I walk bare foot on a cold floor on a shivering day. The chill burns my toes and starts climbing up through the legs. Before it reaches my heart, I say your name and remember your face. The warmth of your absence soothes me. And, then I wonder what your presence would be like..
Your touch gives me hope.
Fear of the unknown, I still walk through.
Because, I am surrounded by everything. But you.
I see you seating on an empty bench under a sad sky.
Saved by your innocence, you are not wet. Rain is Dry.
You walk slowly and the light breeze rustle the leaves sleeping on the pavement. We walk through the memory lanes alighted by space shining between us. The Time Traveler's wife has brought us closer. Its a connection between two souls. The connection between the shadows and lights. And the passion which that connection ignites.