Dheeraj Kalgutkar

Photo by Erwan Hesry on  Unsplash You try and try and try To forget that one person Get busy with work Start running, go gymming Learn that new thing, meet strangers Sleep with people your heart would not Do all things to take your mind away Away from all the memories of a past Of a life you thought you had left behind Moments you thought you had buried deep inside Everything you thought was all over But One day like a river storming through floodgates You open up Open up with old wounds That you long thought were healed and dried What did you do oh sweet child of summer? What did you do to me?

Yay! This is where I’m sitting and staring at sky… Monsoon has just arrived to the place where I live in. Or is it pre-monsoon? Oh, how does that matter! They are but rain drops from sky. It's not the drizzling rain under which I have sat for some time now. It's almost no rain for that matter. My clothes are yet to get wet. I'm yet to feel the water but breeze? It is already in its full fervor. Breeze and night have a strange connection with my inner goddess, if I can borrow that phrase from Fifty Shades! I would rather say, it's nostalgia. The place I'm right now in is not my home. I'm so much new to this place and this place is so much new to me. We are yet to get along, yet to bond. I miss the comforts of back home. That walk on the sea coast, hearing the sounds of tides which appear mammoth at distance but turn into milky froth at the shore and how they disappear, and the breeze. The cold one that gets to your flesh. One that makes you forget everythin...