हमारा अथेइस्ट होना उसे रत्ती भर भी नहीं भाता था। इसी वजह से हर मंगलवार ज़बरदस्ती हाथ खींचकर मंदिर को ले जाया करती थी हमें। हम भी मुंह बिचकाकर चल देते थे। 'ओफ्फो! जाना ज़रूरी है क्या?' 'जी। बिल्कुल ज़रूरी है।' 'पर क्यूं? प्रिया को देखो सिनेमा देखने जाती है राहुल के साथ। और एक तुम हो!' 'हम प्रिया नहीं। और नाही आप राहुल।' 'धत्त।' स्कूटी की सीट खोलकर पहले तो अपना हेलमेट हमें पहनाती और फिर गंभीरता से समझाती, 'ध्यान से बैठिएगा।' हम भी उसे इतना ही कसकर पकड़कर बैठते थे जितना उसकी स्पीडोमीटर की सुई 20 को।
On days like these, when I'm filled with dusty memories and my muscles are tense to the core, I cleanse myself under a hot shower, not warm and cozy,but hot and burning for I believe my skin shouldn't be cold even if my heart is.
On days like these, when the creases on my forehead increase manyfolds, I let water drip onto my forehead, over my closed eyelids , kissing my lips until I run out of water for I believe the frown on my face must settle even if the chaos in my mind doesn't.
On days like these , when I smell of misery , I apply some cologne , not a little more, just enough , for myself to dwell in for I believe my senses should feel good even if I don't.
On days like these, when I feel tied with a rope of expectations and tired to work, I detangle my hair and comb them into a braid for I believe I should look sorted even if my thoughts are tangled into knots.
On days like these, when I try to feel the way I should, I believe if I keep pretending well, one day, I may as well would.
It's so beautiful, the way you can infuse the fuschia coloured sky to my laughter and make it glow like a lamp ignited by amber bells. It's so breathtaking, the way you pluck my tears into your fingertips and turn them into pearls laying on a sea bed ; you. It's so magical, the way I don't need to think twice before taking off the heavy cloak of pretence and sit cross legged on your lap, naked and bare, deluded of reality. It's so peaceful, the way your voice makes its way to my ears even after being miles apart, even after having thousand of reasons to not listen to you, to not finding a rhapsody in your murmurs. It's so surreal, the way I have become capable of loving another being as though I have emerged from his being, as though we are connected by a thread that doesn't break, that ties me to my roots, that gives me an existence. It's unbelievable, the way I look at you like the stars draping a blanket around the northern lights. It's so unearthly, the way a human body became a temple to me, a person became a place of worship, a smile became the reason I breathe.