Memories, a lost key and the closed door

You’ll end up liking everything about the ‘one’.

Things that you never liked before, songs that you’d never hear otherwise, places that you’d never travelled before, words and ways you’d never spoken, clothes you’d never wanted to wear, food that you never thought you’ll ever eat...

Everything...

Everything about you will be about the ‘one’... till you lose yourself from top to bottom, never to be found again. Never wanting to be rescued from here. This is it. This is where you want to be. This is where you want to live. This is where you want to die. This.

Everything about you will slowly evaporate... your likings, your choices, your friends, your family, your routine... you will live for the ‘one’... and thank God, day and night, for this.

Your dialled call list will start and end with the ‘one’ and every call in between too.

Almost every message in your outbox will shriek the name of the ‘one’

You’ll feel lost without a reason when the ‘one’ is far away, you’ll cry and think life is hell, for no rhyme or song. And then unexpectedly, when you hear or see the ‘one’, you’ll be the happiest and have the biggest smile on your face, no matter how fucked your day has been!

You won’t judge yourself insane even when you’ll find yourself swinging around a tree, thinking about the ‘one’ before you eat your morsels, floating on the clouds and walking on water, lying down on your bed and feeling the ‘one’ holding you and caressing you, imagining the ‘one’ singing all the ‘songs’ for you and dedicating every verse and word to your existence.

When you’ll see two people together, holding hands, you’ll seal your eyes, say a prayer, bless them and then smile tenderly to yourself.

Flowers, breeze, sunlight, angels, hearts, pink, yellow, bright, butterflies, rainbows, fire-place, chocolates, smiles, happiness and lot of other things of these genre will define your reality.

You’ll find a song for you and the ‘one’... the wall-paper of your phone, lap-top and pc and everything possible thing will show the ‘two’ of you together... Your key-chain will have a lucky charm that reminds you of the ‘two’ of you...

You’ll take the journey, even if this is not where you thought you’ll go... you’ll walk miles and miles, under the rain and the sun... the smile will never leave your face.

At times, you’ll question yourself, why am I here? Where am I heading? Is this where I want to go?

And then, you’ll turn around and look at the path you’ve already walked on and you’ll see how far you’ve reached... and then you will smile, close your eyes and think about the ‘one’ and start to walk ahead.

Every bruise will make you smile, every thorn and every stone.

You’ll walk, and keeping walking.

And one day, abruptly, while walking down the street, you’ll find that the key is missing.

Memories, a lost key and the closed door is what you are left with.

Quickly, you’ll turn around and look for the ‘one’...

You’ll find a jaded piece of paper, no date on it though...

And on it, scribbled emotions saying, “The love got over...”

You’ll look for foot-prints... you’ll search for a sign... you’ll want to hear a reason...


Nothing.


You’ll scream, you’ll run, you’ll fall, and you will die.

The impressions of the key are fresh in your palms. Where did it go? When did it fall?

‘But true love never dies...’, you’d heard it somewhere.

Your friends will try their best; your family will be clueless about your struggles.

Blood, dark-circles, a hair-cut, lonely drives, sudden cravings, tears, entangled fingers, darkness, endless blank days, staring the clock and watching every second pass by, vodka, night out with friends, random sex with strangers would be the new you.

You’ll love the soreness. You’ll get pleasure from the tenderness. Especially the part when the skin trembles, as the knife touches the surface and slowly goes deep, deeper within you...

It’s a trip.

Drugs, of any kind, be it sleeping pills or LSD, will occupy your body, more than food.

You will laugh instead of smiling. Whine instead of crying. And you will love it.

People will scare you. Faith, trust, hope and love are abuses, you will say, loud and clear and will make sure that everyone hears it.

Cupid will be killed. And blood will be all over you.

Enjoy the bliss!