It's difficult to let go
Not only because it hurts to part
But also because we don't want to let go
Because every time I open the drawer
I don't only see your slippers
I also see a part of you in it
A part of us and our stories
The part in which you would return from office and ask me to bring your slippers
Not in hands but by wearing them in my feet
It's been over two years since you left
Still I have parts of you in every drawer
Behind every wardrobe door
In the driver's seat of our car
And hence, when people ask me to
I refuse to let go
Because these material things remind me of hundreds of material memories that you gave me

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I wonder, how can we be so self-absorbed in our concrete jungles
That we forget how every morning your sun rises in all its elegance to shower heat on us
We forget how the sun and the moon co-exist in the same sky to show us how to  complement the people we love
We forget how your snow covered Himalayas reflect this yellow sunlight to spread beauty
We forget how your trees stand tall in every weather to ask us not to falter in toughest of situations
We derive all the necessities of life from you and still we tend to ignore you in our daily life
Every day we cut your tress because we believe that we need fancy furniture to decorate our homes
We exploit your water because we feel that it's easier to wash our cars with a pipe rather than cloth
We deplete your soil because we identify the need to increase agricultural productivity day by day
We damage your air because we believe that our comfort is more important than your health
If only we could understand that when you will stop giving and start taking it all back, the entire human race will not be enough to repay your debt.

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I travelled across borders in search of you
I found myself in the middle of nowhere
I saw curious eyes starring at me, not to understand me or befriend me
But because it's easy to guess that I reached where they aspire to be and then came back to live their lives
I knocked on your door in self doubt
You stood there huge and majestic
I felt smaller 
In search of myself, I lost myself even more
Instead of answering my questions you gave me more questions to ponder upon
I understand that journey is more important than the destination, but I wonder if this journey is worth undertaking
I feel scared but brave
I feel small but big
I feel underconfident but committed
I feel confused but sorted
I feel anxious but at the end of the day peaceful!

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I know this warmth in your cold breeze
I know this orange in your blue sky
I know these small huts in your mighty hills
I know this calmness in your anger
I know this fragrance in your foul smell
I know this patience amongst all the impatient beings
I know this hurt under all the bandages
I know this exclusion that you feel with increasing people around you
It makes me feel that we coexist

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I walk I walk and I walk
I know I'm lost
Still I walk in the hope that I'll find my destination one day
I don't know what my destination is
But I walk in the hope that I'll find what I'm looking for
I don't know what I'm looking for
But I walk in the hope that I'll find you someday
I don't know where you are
But I walk in the hope that even if I'm not able to find you
You'll figure out a way to find me, hold me and never let me go

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In your loving eyes I found myself
In your painful tears I found a reason to love
In your fearful mind I found meaning in staying
In your shaking hands I found the need to hold
In your warm hug I found the peace of my life

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She had to stay at his place for a night in his absence.
He (handing over keys to her): We now co-own this place.

She comes back and calls him
She: I hate myself because I forgot to bring keys with me.
He: Extra keys are lying there and I still love you. :*

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He calls himself freeman because he believes he's not bound by anything.

He: If your work keeps frustrating you this way, how will you carry on with this job?
Me: What's the need to drag it? I'll change my job if I stop enjoying it.
He: Now that you are also free, you've become a freewoman. I think we can get married now because I can only get married in my own caste. :D

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I miss being with you not because I miss your touch but because I miss being in a space where I can keep my conditioning aside and just "be".

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Because you make me share what I feel and not how I'm supposed to feel.

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