I am trying to sleep staring at the ceiling of my room
Concentrating on the blades of the fan
How they are moving counter clockwise
And their peculiar movement brought back
All the hidden and long forgotten memories
It is as if I am looking on a projector
The blades of the fan not being any hindrance
I can see us talking on the couch
Laughing and teasing at the beginning
Being friends and exchanging numbers
Then talking to each other late nights
Trying to make the other smile when gloomy
Trying to make the other special
All those times of intermingled fingers
Of closeness and of intimate moments
All right there in front with the best smile
On her face and the feeling of completeness
On mine and the air filled with love and care
There were moments of tangos and dancing
And laughs and me on my knees
And she covering her face with her palm
There were moments of quarrels also
With her facing the other side
And me holding dairy milk but with vain
There were times of support also
When my Grandpa expired and she was there for me
Holding me right and trying her best to make me feel better
There were times of anger with no one letting go of ego
And not talking for weeks but just 1 sorry
1 smile was enough to make things straight
There were hugs and touches and locked lips and trust
It was US there and then a drop of tear
Rolled down from the corner of my right eye
It was like reality punched me at my gut
And all I could do was turn my side
Rub my face on the pillow
Hoping that she is happy and not going through the same phase
And not looking at the fan helped me
Avoid the past and gradually I was
Inside the blanket of sleep!!
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