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Miss you (The unspoken memoirs)
“Hey” the gulmohar pinnates outside window dropped their voice low, “we become used to wishing you good morning first”. 'Good morning', I wished them too.
Droplets from the basin splashed on my face, "To touch you first is worth remembering, my friend”. ‘Stop flirting’, I flattered.
“And your kiss” started the white cup and soon stopped by the hissing, “Shut up, it’s not you but me who fuel him for the day ahead” said the coffee. ‘I owe you both’, I had to intervene.
“Have a nice day”, waved the median trees of the highway. ‘As always’, I smiled back. The CNG roared as I told him to go to Parle through the service road. “You are going to miss this traffic and potholes, obviously”, he quirked.
The elevator turned gloomy, “You never travelled with me”, as the staircase of the office gave her a pretty laugh. “I will be wiped out”, said the white label of my blue water bottle as I placed it on my desk. ‘You’ll have a new one’, I tried to console her. “And so have you”, whimpered the bottle. The northern lights coloured up my laptop screen for the last time. “I will never look so beautiful”, said the old machine. ‘Thank you, you have been really helpful’, I whispered in his ears.
"Lunch time, my friend”, announced the tiny wall clock from top of my right. ‘The sandwich is salty today’, I asked the vendor. “You know why, don’t you?”, quizzed the bread.
One pink flower loosened as the silk tree outside the office window offered, “Farewell present, my friend”. ‘I am touched’, I felt. The day came to an end. “Wish you good luck”, murmured the fading lights from behind the glass panels of Kingston as I stood opposite at the tea stand.
The last rays of sun were fast disappearing. Everybody was returning home and so was I. The expressway, being decorated with glittering city lights, greeted me for the very last time. “Where is your headphone?”, asked the footpath siding. ‘Not today’, I answered.
“See you in a couple of days”, roared the aeroplane while flying over my head. ‘For sure’, I smiled.
I had many things to pack at home, so hastened my pace. “Go through me”, invited the crowded market outside the subway. I avoided the longer detour letting it remain the sole witness of my loneliness.
I finished packing all that I brought, but what about the memories, I thought. “Will you miss us?”, whispered the night breeze echoing all as I laid awake. ‘You can never be forgotten’, I thanked all, ‘as you have written one of the most beautiful chapters of my life’.