I put my hands in my pocket. I turn my back and just step out of the conversation. I am guilty. I know I am the culprit every time and the victim too. I did that to myself. Why? Why does it rain on the plane ? Why does the star shoot across the sky?
That is exactly why…
She still doesn’t keep the phone. My silence becomes too shrill for my own damn ear!
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Let me go out for a walk please. Down the dense lane. I have taken that path million times before. It makes me feel at home there. I wish life would have ended at the end of that road and begun every time at the beginning of that road.
Let me please feel the green grass blades under my palm. The tiny pebbles leave a design on my palm. The lake ..the small algae filled ugly looking beautiful lake. I think the tortoise still swims under that green mess.
Let me sit there on the ground. I want to listen to the sage again. The white beard and the gleam in his old eyes.. It gives me life again.
The walls of the rooms don’t come closer on me here. There are no walls here. I can spread my arms. I can stand here like a tree.
Let me sit there lost in the crowd. The coffee makes me feel so much like me here. Let me walk to the gate alone just one day.
The tadpoles in the old fountain. The water in that old tank.. As I hold on to the hand of an old friend. Let me hear her speak about me just once.
--dedicated to the University of Pune
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