That Little me...

I must have been three. A little older or little younger.

I went to this School with White shorts and the brown tops, with small little bag which was too big for my tiny shoulders.

Mrs. Irene was my class teacher. She with her blue dress and chubby pink cheeks looks pretty with the smile on her face always. She looks more Prettier when she holds the crying child on her hand and comforts them.

Poor little me sitting at the corner and watching all these badly wants to get into Mrs. Irene’s arm, So I too cried... but I didn’t get her arms instead I got a slap from my another teacher ,This time I really cried ,not for Mrs. Irene , I cried of pain.

Mrs. Irene teaches the strange language called English. I learnt the meaningless things perfectly.

Mary had a little lamb, little lamb...

“Who is that Mary?” . I was not big enough to care who she is.

Afternoon we slept- Mrs. Irene sang for us to sleep, but I slept when she stops singing.

One (un)fine evening I was hanging on the gate with my big bag in the shoulder and mouth full of rhymes waiting for dad, heard a loud noise and saw a man falling down from his bike. Some one shouted it is Mrs. Irene’s husband and he is dead. My small little mind didn’t understand anything.

There was the crowd of people surrounding Mrs. Irene. Me tiny little creature peeped through the small hole between two people, saw her. She was sitting there with her eyes well up with water and her cheeks are more pinkish than it use to be...

I ran to daddy, holding his hand asked “Mrs. Irene won’t smile again?”

(Im)Perfect days..

Lying in the darkness of a room she could feel nothing only the awkward silence in the room , She started thinking of him .There is always solitude in darkness

When she landed in the airport she was so scared what if he don't find her in the sea of people , she repeated his mobile number many times , But when he recognized her ,her relief was by sinking into the bags,baggage and also into him.

When he ask her to wait for him until he returns from the ticket counter she waited in the same place where he left , though it is in the middle of the Pedestrian path. He made fun of her for tat, She still don't have idea why she did that.

When they are traveling in the bus she looked out the window, everything seems new to her but not him , she felt they both lived together some where ,some place longtime ago.Things were different but yet the same.

She liked the room they stayed, especially the bed .She said the bed is too small but he said good it is small ,You wont go away from me in the middle of the sleep .She loved him more, than she use to. That night she slept the best sleep, with the face in the curve of his neck. No night mares and dreams a kiss away.He kissed her even in the middle of the sleep.

Next day morning they don't remember how often they turn off the alarm and slept?,every time they turn off the alarm they came closer and closer ,found nooks and curves to hold each other .

She hold his hand wherever they go and so did he . She was standing too close to him in the cruise and she could feel his breath on her hair ,she squeezed his palm and lye on his shoulder . At that minute she remembered somewhere someone asking her about the perfect date,For her , this is her perfect date.

When the time came for her to leave she asked when would we meet again?. He took her in his arms and gave a tight hug , she felt that was the moment she was longing for .Her throat began to close and her eyes well up with water . The look that he gave , haunts her. But she know that it is the time for her to leave him.

Those days are like minutes now . Everything changed now, even he . she left a part of her behind somewhere out there. Maybe in one of the places they went … Maybe in one of the benches they sat. Maybe under the pillow , a little hidden.

And that part of her will always remain a void...