How is it that she inspires me so even when she’s not
around? Over a thousand kilometres lie between us, and still I feel her, her
touch, her presence, her memory. When we talk on the phone, just her voice is
more than enough to send a thrill through my body, and even though physically
now, we aren’t as close to each other as we were before, yet in my heart, it’s
like she’s right there.
As the days, hours and minutes tick by, I stay here in the
hostel, surrounded by friends and potential friends-to-be, while she is
probably sitting there, in the house, helping her cousins with homework, or
just relaxing with some music or maybe lying down for her afternoon nap, where
she’ll curl up and sleep peacefully, with that relaxed, fast asleep look on her
face, the look that I find so adorable, so lovable. And as I close my eyes, I
can picture her… eyes closed and a small smile on her face.
Maybe she’ll dream something nice…
Maybe she’ll dream of me.
A thousand miles away, and still I only fall deeper and deeper in love with her. When I stand outside, in the open, and the breeze blows, I close my eyes and let it pass over me, around me, and as I feel its caress it feels like she’s right there beside me, her hands running through my hair, her fingers tracing out my face. I just stay there and enjoy the feeling and I know, that even as I think of her, she thinks of me too.
Maybe she’ll dream of me.
A thousand miles away, and still I only fall deeper and deeper in love with her. When I stand outside, in the open, and the breeze blows, I close my eyes and let it pass over me, around me, and as I feel its caress it feels like she’s right there beside me, her hands running through my hair, her fingers tracing out my face. I just stay there and enjoy the feeling and I know, that even as I think of her, she thinks of me too.
Just the thought of her gets songs playing in my head, the
lyrics repeating themselves so often, my feet start tapping to the beat of the
song. Or sometimes scenes flash through my mind, from our walks, the tuitions,
the skating rounds, and they make me smile, even laugh at times. When I pick up
my guitar, my fingers instinctively pluck out the tune of ‘When you say nothing
at all’, one of her favourite songs, and even my writer’s block has disappeared
it seems. While just a month ago, I wasn’t writing anything, and just gave up
on my short stories, and the one long one that I was writing. But now, I’ve
written three articles in a span of 5 days. I’ve continued the story, making
changes where required. It is as if she’s there with me, urging me on, telling
me to write, and that everything will be alright.
And so as i tread the ridges and valleys, of this new stage of life, i know i don’t have to worry about the treacherous slopes or the steep falls, for, though i can‘t see her, she’s right there, ready to catch me and pull me back to safe ground, should I trip or fall. Thus guarded by my love, I carry on, one step at a time.
And so as i tread the ridges and valleys, of this new stage of life, i know i don’t have to worry about the treacherous slopes or the steep falls, for, though i can‘t see her, she’s right there, ready to catch me and pull me back to safe ground, should I trip or fall. Thus guarded by my love, I carry on, one step at a time.
