Build me no walls
The April day was so humid and I know thats the only thing you actually remember about our first meeting.
I know you don't really remember the red off shoulder blouse I wore. I'd of course not pictured you'd look like this else I'd have worn something terribly sober.
My roommate and I stood by the dusty window overlooking the most crowded street waiting for your first glimpse. I did feel incredibly foolish and excited. I was old enough not to do such things as meeting an almost stranger and young enough to meet a complete stranger.
We went to the beach that summer night. We went to my favorite restaurant. Do you remember how we played 20 questions? You never answered any. I couldn't ask many.
Your pauses when you replied to my questions made me smile.
My roommate fell for you instantly. So did my sister. In their smiles, I began to love you. When my sister ate uncomplaining at a restaurant, I loved you for the peace you brought into that dinner. When my roommate bustled around making you the only thing she knew to cook, I loved you more for the small joy you brought into our overcrowded hall. There was always a little room for more love.
I spoke to you about all the men in my life. You never spoke to me about the no women in your life. Of course I knew I was special, you didn't have to tell me. Though it would have been nice to hear it in your quiet tones and a faint laugh that you'd use to dispel the bashfulness.
One night when I missed the ride home it was you I'd called. And when you came, I'd climbed down 9 floors wondering how I got so lucky with you.
You took me to the secret beach. I've never told anyone about it, I couldn't bring myself to share it with anyone else.
You took me shopping when I wanted a grey Tee with a collar. We never found it.
You gave me a bracelet when I first went away. I never wore it.
You called me when I first went away. I never returned any.
And then I went away nowhere.
And then you went away somewhere.
I'd forgotten to build walls with you. By the time I'd remembered, you were already inside.
I know you don't really remember the red off shoulder blouse I wore. I'd of course not pictured you'd look like this else I'd have worn something terribly sober.
My roommate and I stood by the dusty window overlooking the most crowded street waiting for your first glimpse. I did feel incredibly foolish and excited. I was old enough not to do such things as meeting an almost stranger and young enough to meet a complete stranger.
We went to the beach that summer night. We went to my favorite restaurant. Do you remember how we played 20 questions? You never answered any. I couldn't ask many.
Your pauses when you replied to my questions made me smile.
My roommate fell for you instantly. So did my sister. In their smiles, I began to love you. When my sister ate uncomplaining at a restaurant, I loved you for the peace you brought into that dinner. When my roommate bustled around making you the only thing she knew to cook, I loved you more for the small joy you brought into our overcrowded hall. There was always a little room for more love.
I spoke to you about all the men in my life. You never spoke to me about the no women in your life. Of course I knew I was special, you didn't have to tell me. Though it would have been nice to hear it in your quiet tones and a faint laugh that you'd use to dispel the bashfulness.
One night when I missed the ride home it was you I'd called. And when you came, I'd climbed down 9 floors wondering how I got so lucky with you.
You took me to the secret beach. I've never told anyone about it, I couldn't bring myself to share it with anyone else.
You took me shopping when I wanted a grey Tee with a collar. We never found it.
You gave me a bracelet when I first went away. I never wore it.
You called me when I first went away. I never returned any.
And then I went away nowhere.
And then you went away somewhere.
I'd forgotten to build walls with you. By the time I'd remembered, you were already inside.
posted by Mrs. Dalloway | 7:32 PM
11 Comments:
too good...my heart skipped few beats reading this...I was that stranger and certainly you were not the girl...but she
Depressingly refreshing.
Especially when you've been reading tax and l the entire day
It was painful reading through and waiting for the tragic twist of separation.
Surprise me!!
hi,
...small places....small times....small people....small joys....the designs on the sands...
...the clasps....the looks....the lips..the words ....well....... musings for a life time....
lovely, graceful.. ..keep writing..
i've been following your blog for a while now...on and off....some i've read, some i've skipped...wish you'd write more about other stuff too...stuff tinged with a lil less nostalgia perhaps...irrespective, keep going....
on another note...read somewhere that you liked this book... the catcher in the rye....here's some more by salinger..online....nothing new...it's probably been around a while now...anyway...http://www.freeweb.hu/tchl/salinger/
Sonu: And what did she do?
Smayak: Tax! *Shudder* As for the surprise, am waiting too.
OAC: And they all trickle down to blog posts. Impressions on the internet.
Anon: You know, I dont choose the writing. The writing chooses me. And that Salinger link, thats what's really kept me going the last 3 years. Thanks for the thought.
This is the second post of urs that i've read and I am already your fan.
U have a very good writing sense in bringing in the emotional concept so stealthily into the story. Wonderfully written !
You have no idea as to who I am. I got the link to ur blog through my friend who apparently doesnt know you either. But shes a fan of ur blog too :)
No walls to build Poornima,
Just let things come and go and then come again.
Fan always :)
Poornima: beautiful post as always...
I somehow like the comments of one among the crowd in all your posts...love the way he/she sums up the whole thing in few words :) :)
kudos :)
Indeed a very touching blog post. !
Mahesh: I have no idea who so many people who read me are! :)
Ty: Dont go anywhere!!! Its nice having you in my life!
Preetha: Am sure he's feeling happy reading your comment! :)
Sherlyn: Ty! :)
Reshmi: Thanks a bunch!
Its quite hard to know each n every fan for Sachin Tendulkar! lol :D
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