It was unplanned. But it was all he could do, a last wish. A last memory, together. For she doesn’t have too long on her, to stay. Mr. & Mrs Dasgupta has been married for almost 25 years now. A rollercoaster, full of good, bad and the ridicule.
When my heart was free, of pride and greed,
Danced I away, from the monster Adulthood.
Now lay here I, amidst the lies
Trapped in the youth, feeling misunderstood.
Now, Lay I with another,
Wishing to get caught.
To make you feel the agony,
And make your soul rot.
‘Don’t be ridiculous. It’s freaking new year and I’m not spoiling it for you. I need to see you. The mere thought of seeing you laugh makes my day.’, he spoke, all too mushy. ‘Eew. Gross. Clearly, you’ve been watching shit tv.’ She laughed it off, though both of them knew how flustered it made her feel.
‘We’ll see about that in practical….’, he trailed off. His words painting a thousand scenarios in her mind. None were decent.
I’m baffled for a while, overwhelmed honestly. It’s either you or the poetry I was reading just now. My first thought is to ignore but something feels wrong so I swipe right the very next second. You say my name and my sole focus is on your voice. How badly I missed waking up to this every morning.
There will be days, when you’ll doubt your existence, question your dreams, ruin your relationships, feeling as hollow as humanly possible. It hurts. I understand.
At this moment, you wouldn’t feel like getting up from the bed, opening your eyes because even breathing reminds you of your existence, your hopeless existence you say.