Melodramiac

 It was never Ankhon mein teri .... I took out my phone's batteries, turned off the clock batteries, and stopped every running time whenever I was afraid that time would ruin things for us, whenever I felt like the time we had was rough, not enough, and if only I could stop it for the billionth second I would have done it for her but she? She never bothered the times I kept waiting for her constant attention, she'd come and fade like autumn leaves and I'd be a tree.  She ghosted me like a cold silent river has iced over, but never held me in those patient arms of hers after all she'd been through battles. I could never meet the woman she became, never understood the value she paid for this womanhood, and you say I respect her? Do I? Her tale is like the cherry blossom you want to see from a distance, but it's just in season for me, and after it's gone, I'll never be able to get the same. I never attempted to guess which chocolates she would like or which tv ...

Dear Dadaa,  We haven't met in a long time, and I know you've turned into Bhootnath by now. But I also know how much I missed out on. I haven't been feeling well. I wish there was a last time I could have called to speak late, cry over my broken ice cream cones, and draw strange portraits of you that looked like aliens, but you smiled on whatever it was. I wasn't there long, but I missed your stories every night. I missed your tiny dramas that inspired me to be a better person. Here I am now, without you alongside me, yet I know how painful it is to be without you. That is something I know now. I recall you asking me every time I returned to you, " Koto bocchor hoye gelo toke dekhini .." and I used to disguise my tears with a smile because I knew what I had back then was more than priceless to me, even if it was only for an hour or a day. It's been difficult without you, but there's nothing I'd rather do than go to you. You used to call upon "...