The half told tale
is getting pale,
I’m left stranded
Your uncertain smile
is taking a while
to cover these miles…
I come away empty handed
My lonely heart,
weary from the start,
is done playing its part…
I have finally landed.
In memory of a dear friend who, some time back, decided she had had enough of life.
To my dearest city, Mumbai…
Every tale must end at some point and I guess the day fast approaches when our tale must end too.
Soon we’ll have to say goodbye to each other. Its no use pretending that we didn’t want this to happen. We are different, you and I. You were always too fast for me, never pausing for a moment, always so restless. Me, I like to take things slow, enjoy the scenery as I go about my life. I’m also not as accommodating, or I should say embracing as you are. Your willingness to take in just about everybody into your ambit without ever demanding anything in return never failed to annoy me. Although… I suppose I ought to be grateful that you’re so benevolent because six years ago, you took me in too. Unconditionally. And what did I give you in return? I cribbed about you to anyone who’d care to listen, made fun of your many flaws, hated you with all my being… You gave me space to live and I complained about it being too inadequate, you gave me a job and I fretted over the time it took me to reach work each day. No matter what you did, it was never enough.
Except that it was…. I just refused to see it.
I was too fixated with the idea of returning ‘home’ one day. Now I’m finally going home, to begin a new life. And you know what? I’m actually going to miss you! I made some of my best friends here, created some of my most amazing memories here.. this is also where I met my soulmate and decided to spend the rest of my life with him!
As we part ways now, despite all our differences, I know I shall be back.. even if its just for a visit. You are that addictive!
This is in response to this week’s Trifecta writing challenge, using the word ‘New’: