This year's monsoon will be our first one apart. The custom would be the same as a good leafy tea and a corn cob only at different places. Conversations will also be the same, miles away just over the phone.
The heavy rains have settled, only drizzling left. Finally took your advice and went out today but again landed up in a public library. Maybe I am a perfectly blended iron for such magnetic libraries. I need to go out more often to collect stories for you, that's your only therapy.
Though my mind is flooded just like the streets here but still these rains don't settle the thoughts within.
I missed you today.
With every raindrop on my kitchen window I remembered those pieces of your favourite ‘Alu Posto’ that I used to cook especially for you.
You would eat all of it, yes till the end licking the posto masala and then blush- Bah, bhalo hoyechilo!
I missed the city today.
Don't know how to react when the people around me praise Delhi because my heart doesn't beat here not just yet. When I join the hands there are some spaces left in between, this never happened when you held them. It's the same with this city. I am living here breathing its air but still some of the terminal alveoli inside my lungs remain empty.
I missed maa as well today.
On meeting someone new just like her. She touched my cheek with such warmth and wet eyes that it reminded me of the night when I met maa for the first time.
Ohh the mangoes she had brought along from your own gardens back home and the delicious mango shakes we had in the following week.
I still make the shakes but the mangoes are ripened by someone else's love whom I do not know.
The rain has stopped but the street is still wet just like you, me and our memories.
Yours
‘Alurdin’
Auldrin©
Ami khabo mangoshake
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