Remembrance

You asked me once, if I still remembered you.
And you met with silence.
After all these years I thought about that evening when you asked me.. that question.


I remember the sound of your laughter. The touch of your hands.
The twinkle of your eyes. The smell of your aftershave. The dimpled chin.
I remember the way you used to tease me each time you saw that poster of George Michael on the walls of my room. And then later the way you used to say, "Hey, I am sorry."
I remember your fingers.. when they strummed the six-strings.
I also remember your fingers.. the way they held a cigarette.
I remember the way you used to pull my hair in a playful zest and then the way you played with them with childlike innocence.
I remember those drops of diamonds when they rolled down your temples each time you got drenched in the rain.
I remember the way those nerves throbbed on your neck each time you got angry.
Each time the way you clenched your fists in helpless rage against the world.. I remember.
I remember the way your mouth curled up in an yawn each time you watched a tearjerker on the big 70 mm screen.
I remember the starry dazed look in your eyes each time you watched Monroe or Madhubala on that same 70 mm screen and then the way you used to sigh when the lights came up.
I remember the gleam in your eyes each time you passionately voiced your thoughts on a belief that u believed in.
I remember those unsaid words when you put a protective arm around me and helped me cross a busy street.
I remember the way you used to laugh till tears came to your eyes.
And I also remember how much you tried to hide them, at times.

I remember your spirit, your anger, your sarcasms, your angst, your frustrations, your hopes, your dreams, your passions.


But I don't remember YOU.