You Wouldn’t Know Me If Your Eyes Were Closed

Insistent phonecalls lead to incessant walking. Legs need some rest, so do the ears. New friendships are like unopened mystery gifts, with glossy wrapping. Undressing in layers, hometowns, families, friends, school life, college escapades, common interests lead to 10-reasons-why-I-am-fun. Come again? Where were we? Conversations are muted, the brain scripts its own screenplay, versions are born, memories grow. Later comes "Dear Agony Aunt", the sob-stories of forgotten scars of romance prodded by hyperboles, theories on true love, caricatures to the ear, pathetically funny, hence not a good laugh. Hidden complexes peek out of crevices, like rats in the dark wagging their tails mocking my presence. A shudder, a pause, a narrow escape, a sigh of relief. Drama and dignity try in vain to hold hands during the walk out. The undressing that continues without the players reveals silence, empty parking lots and vibrating cell phones screaming out occasional text messages. When the phone rings again, I am sitting on the passenger seat, staring out of the window, the mind humming a theme song of its own. Yawn. The other, now ten words too late, is put "on-hold" as the call from Indifference takes precedence.

Rest In Peace.