Look at the lights, Surya.
They are really beautiful." she said,
jumping on the street at 1 a.m.
I was standing with my coke in my hand,
staring absent-mindedly at the lights.
She was busy in capturing those lights.
She has a particular thing of capturing
first times and making videos of
everything, get them printed, paste them
in her favorite notebook or just stick
them in her bedroom's wall.
And suddenly I mumbled, "Can I ask you
something?"
"Yes?", she gazed at me.
"What is it about this city that makes you
fall in love with it with each passing minute? Is it these people? Is it these
streets? Is it the flat that you call your
home now? Is it me? my lips moved
in an
incomprehensible sync.
She smiled and said, "I don't have an
answer to that."
I looked at her, her eyes were still fixed
on the street lights.
"Let's go have something," I said.
As she kept walking beside me, with
her mind somewhere else and mine
Some other time, I realized how
Sometimes, life stumbles through
everything, with her.