i remember her smile.
we were walking to the d.u. metro station. me & nidhi, her little sister who had her last exam yesterday, and i had gone to the khalsa college to meet her.
and her.
that smile. i wonder why nobody else sees what i see. i wonder if people around even notice what’s going on. and they continue on with their drab existence. i wonder if even nidhi who was walking beside, saw what i saw. the way she smiled.
she was walking slightly ahead of us. this petite girl-woman in a white suit with silvered earings and white dupatta and a silvery kada. both of us, me n nidhi had met for the first time and in a genial relationship taking birth, were teasing her a lot.
that is when she turned and laughed and everything around her laughed at her words, ‘itna marungi na’ (i’ll kill you both). and by everything i mean not the zombies shuffling around, but the sun, the sky, the trees, the pavement, the ground beneath her feet, and the heart in my heart which skipped a beat and smiled in return and the smile, the joy that must have flowered in my eyes.
she turned and smiled and i opened my arms to embrace this joy i’ve known so late in my life.
joy, joyer, joyest.
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who needs words when he’s in love.
Born in New Delhi, India in 1980 and is a retired pessimist (still) living in New Delhi. He has Haryanvi ancestors, a Punjabi girlfriend, friends all over the world, two (or more) yet to be born children, (many) memories of (many) pet dogs and no cats ever. He holds an honours degree in English Literature from the University of Delhi and creates advertisements for paying the bills. His interests are universal, and include: living, eating, sleeping and when not sleeping, daydreaming. Other abiding interests include reading, writing, street photography, newspaper editorials, watching the moon and planning trekking trips that never materialize.
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