There were times when you crossed my thoughts. Times when I wanted to hear words your silence never uttered. Or times when I tried to remember the hazy clouds called memories. I have memories of blank canvas and emptiness which may or may not come across your smile, or words. But I do remember that silent stare you used to steal at moments unnoticed. I indeed noticed those mini moments. Maybe you never kept my thoughts with those stares. But I saw that coming, or at least expected so. Alas, silence has so many voices to speak and sing, and smile and sigh. I do remember those eyes. Thought they would never lie, hope they never did.
Everyone or most people have a bigger vision of the world in their mind. Right from childhood. Particularly children. As a kid, I too used to have a bigger vision of each and every thing I came across. Like the bamboo forest next to my grandparents' in our ancestral village. The forest was next to the river which passed by our house. Ours was the last house of the village and by the river. The forest seemed like a never-ending green, dark and damp wonderland with imaginary ghosts, fairies and witches as in the stories as I would hear from my grandmother. There was a weird sound of crackling bamboo whenever a breeze passed by. Or like the water-body in the backyard of our ancestral house where I used to row the boat - my boat - taking in all my young cousins. That moment I used to feel on top of the world sailing a boat, taking care of lives I am responsible for saving. The water-body felt like a sea. I could see water everywhere till my eyes could figure out around me. As I gr...
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