Think of me when you watch the big waves wash over the beach in their futile attempt to reconcile with the sky… of how i told you that I love that sound..
Of how excitedly I told you – of Movies.. of Monica and Chandler..of Castle…the dialogues
Stories of all that I loved and lost. And those of hope and love.
Stories of how my heart was broken and how you’d tell me that you hate the one who did it..
Think of me and how I could never hate. How I gave people benefit of doubt and you hated it !
Think of how I wrote you love letters. Blogs.
Think of me when you see that watch.. and when you see rings in a shop.. how much I loved them..
Think of me when you see a temple/church/mosque..
Tell your children I was wonderful. That I would’ve told them of Harry Potter and magic and Books, if I met them. Of Shahrukh Khan and Tangled..
Think of me when you smell old paper. Remember that I told you of how it smells amazing.
Think of me when you hear the names ‘Kabir’ and ‘Kiara’
Think of me when someone would sleep in your lap..
When you climb on to the tallest tower or back your car into the driveway, catch a whiff of my perfume and feel silly..
Think of me when you see a dog passing and there is no-one to be scared and holding your hands tight..
Climb on to the middle of the garden we sat. Laugh because you can’t help musing over how we did that and spoke about everything possible.. when we were…
Remember me crying as Krish and Ananya got married in 2 States..
Think of me when you hear I wanna grow old with you..
Think of me when someone played truth and dare with you..
The breezy cold wind in Lonavala and the stolen kiss.. and the voice of the koyal, the way I did it..
Remember the stories of wanting to travel the world.. trips to Spain..dart-game destination..
Think of me when you see a Sunset..
Think of me when a hot girl passes you and i’d have pinched for checking her out..
Think of me when you hear someone playing Antakshari and remember your own radio..
Remember the poems i told you.. dil tod tujhe jaane ki ijazzat aaj bhi hai..
Remember the lovers and poets, the dreamers. Think of the wishes of Forever and my fingers dancing on your palm..
Remember me when you see beautifully lights and lamps and remember how I wanted to do our house..
Remember when you see people hugging..
Let waves of nostalgia wash over you as you dance to Kabhi Kabhi, with a different woman in your arms. Wonder what if.
Reminisce about old bridges and skipping pebbles. Of Us and your forgotten love.
Wonder where I am. If I’m happy.
And then forget. Like you always do.
Only to remember again.