Thursday, May 10, 2012

Yaad

The first time he held her hand she couldn't look up, her ears became red with the blood rushing to her face. It was nothig new or indescribable but she wouldn't forget that one moment, ever. Even now the memory made her feel as if she was sitting in that car. That night was still dark and the smell of the air- peculiar to that part of the country still requires her to take deep breaths.

She sat in the wooden rocking chair and thought about all those times, it was always better than thinking of him, now. She smiled as she remembered how childishly he rummaged through her bag, asking her what everything was; it was intimidating- men don't do things like that. but at the same time it felt like he was her own; she always thought of him as her own flesh and blood. They were each other's extension- in every possible way. Whenever someone said that humans are created in pairs- she imagined them being a part of a single body divided unproportionally.

It is strange how the mind remembers few details so clearly while forgetting some- how does it determine what to keep and what to let go? Incidentally the radio played the song from a movie they used to think of as their own story.

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