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K Balachandran Mar 2019
ordering her food,
she broods over empty plate;
potent nothingness!
Priya Jan 2021
I saw your face in the midst of the pouring rain
A little smile on your slim face, shortly trimmed moustache;
Trimmed French beard on your charming fair face;
"come on, take it", you said with the umbrella in your hand;
I was mesmerized and the words they stopped falling out;
You found me stuck and held it for me a minute.
I found my way back from your face and got your umbrella;
"I got to go, see you around!", you said as you left.
I wanted to cry out loud saying," Hey stay back"
But i'm still out of words from seeing you.

Twelve years later,
On the wedge of a heavy traffic, cars honking around;
I found myself sitting in the car with the windows open.
"This driving ***** with the hectic traffic", i said.
"yes mam!", my driver said sitting next to me.
Working as an investment banker, my time is very precious
Just like the poem of William Henry, "No time to see..."
I reached my office in a terrific mood;
Last night, my husband yelled at me for not making time for him.
He even said that he saw us breaking down, cause of my job.
As usual i was in tears with no replies.

I was tired of hardly sleeping the other night;
I should ask for a break from job, i thought.
I will ask my boss for a break of atleast 15 days;
A sabbatical could make good changes in my life;
As i entered my office, the first thing i hear ;
"Boss wants to see you!", She claimed my secretary;
I went like, " I know!, usual stuff!"
My boss was an energetic man for his age;
He claimed in excitement as he saw me entering his office.
"Mere Bachhee, you did a great job, yesterday, we had a deal,
Perhaps, you will handle the entire project by yourself,
They are so pleased with your approach!", he went on and on..

"Sir, i need a break!", i spelled out.
He saw the look on my face and asked,"what ?!"
I gave him the printed letter of my reasons.
He read my letter and said, " all right, take a break"
As i smiled, he replied," come back, whenever you can!"
I gave him a vague smile and came back to my office.
Told my secretary what happened and started my way back home.
My driver left already, i boarded a bus for my way back.
My thoughts kept wheeling of all the words he spoke.
"These days you don't have time to speak to me,
Rashing up to the office like i mean nothing to you,
I'm fed up with your job dedication, do you still love me,
i really doubt it these days, when was the last time we kissed!"

Still water comes up on my eyes as i remember that.
I have the capacity to hold it from falling out.
Practice of a long time, keeping my tears locked in my eyes.
As i reached home heavily, i heard the phone ringing.
"Hello dear, Many more happy returns of the day!".
It was steff, she does it every year without fail.
What is the point of all this?, i said thanks and kept it.
I reached home earlier than i expected.
My house was locked, i saw the vessels kept as such after cooking.
"See, you don't have time to cook for me, you are losing yourself"
Memories flashed with my husband's face on me.

I started washing the vessels, used the clothes for washing.
He didn't have time to wish me on my birthday.
The thought really killed me, may be he was right.
I didn't spend time with him, but i still love him.
How do i explain that rather than saying that.
I ran to the bed room to check out my wallet;
I was astound. I saw a letter with a post cover.
It was the first time he gave me the letter.
The first ever letter he wrote for me with the spelling mistakes.
The letter he wrote when we spent our valentine's day
I couldn't help myself from laughing and crying at the same time.
He had the red sauce to draw heart which he must have stolen from the restaurent.
As i was drawn to the emotion of the letter, i was startled by the door ****.
I saw him smiling at me and yelling, " hey you found it".
He hugged me in my tearish smile and said ," happy birthday babe".
And the romance renewed in the air as it always does under the moonlight.
Little of the love that lasts longer.
In the morning he bought a shirt
It was so pretty and fluffy
Then he went to eat a cake
So much sugar!

In the afternoon he hid the shirt away
He never liked this color anyway
He went down to the bridge and stared down
So hopeless!

For supper he went to his favourite restaurent
The tingling sound of ustencil
The cacophony of sounds
So energising!

At night he met his neighboor
She is so annoying!
He ran away after the formalities
So angry!

How was his day?

— The End —