The Seat beside....đď¸
A few things just stay in mind, others are on mouth, every word spoken is some energy, every line has some vibe. Depends on what the thought has been, positive negative or whatever. But at times stands no in between, no if, no but or even any space that stands for else. We arenât all black or white from the thoughts we have, all stands in grey and shades of it, here there or whatever, wherever it can stay, is it a decision made by a thought or the one who have had it.
Starts the life on some basic Monday or some other random day that prompts from the week. While the bus still kept moving and from standing still at a few other stops, stops where it has been moving while still standing to wait for people to board, de board maybe a few and filling up the majority of the seats around there. Still having my head a bit lowered, reading a random book that I caught up from my personal not so personal library. Having emotions in head as if I was the main character, anyways who doesnât love to have the main character energy, maybe characters that have a positive aspect in the eyes of the world, a world that even we become at times when someone from the main world jumps into the same shoes that we are in from a long time as the movie has been running for the last hour or around, the book making me chalant and  nonchalant over the course that Iâve been reading it, maybe a week or two might have passed, canât remember it in that of a detail. Newly joined some social media app blings up with notification seeking my attention as someone has recently posted something over there, everyone maybe running around there for some followers or some likes that acts a mitochondrion on daily basis. Why did I call them a powerhouse as when doesnât actually give any energy but as they say fake it until you make it. I do still act as if a cameraâs recording my life, any random moment and my head turns to the left, yes, Iâm the copilot of the so-called life that Iâm leading. Well, like any other day, all the motions and co motions are happening around the world, till my meditation is broken on a random day of the tenth month of that running ear, where they hear a permission being seeked, asking if the seat beside me expects someone or maybe my mind, I wasnât, in real, but the main character of the story was, thinking if the his feminine side just turns her head back once to have maybe a last glance, and maybe if the he could catch the last glance of the lady he loves. Well they took up the place like any other so-called civilised beings in that container moving on wheels. Air conditionerâs not working as expected, even though itâs the premium most experience that we paid for and trying to avail it at that very specific moment until the driver gets a mad head and starts shouting random cuss words. So random that they havenât been even heard before. But that permission soughtment was the very first conversation of the main character that I actually am, in the story of my own life.
While I sat still not making any moment, she was still restless, hair havenât even been dried from the morning routine she had followed and has been following for a long time now. Having notes that were written in the most non readable hand writing ever possible in the whole world. I couldnât read it all but recognized a few symbols and I asked if I could be any help hesitantly, she asked if I could be any and I replied explaining the concept she was revolving around, to this she exclaimed that explanation was what she wanted actually, and yes, I was surprised.
Minutes turned into hours that turned into days and now we trusted one another, trust that couldnât be shaken, had the foundations been a cleared doubt and a hundred of another. Pulling each otherâs leg on the facts that we knew, failed to know and those which were understood, and even misunderstood. But yes, thatâs what the aim of being true to one another is after all. Every moment spent then was just something else, every word said was so real, that no emotion was ever hidden. Eventually our trust on each other grew and yes now, we were parts of each otherâs life. From seeking permission to have a seat, to making a rule that no butterfly or even a bug should be on that seat, as the bus reaches the stop.
Days turned into months, eventually years, and we were each otherâs 8AM mates, seeking permissions before swiping on the dating app, to making tomfoolery videos, to visiting places to hangouts, trying new food, varied experiences, walking miles that wonât have ever been done alone, but yes because we were together. There were times when we fought, misunderstood, and understood, but all was a fun, till the destiny wanted to part our ways, that itself is a story in its own, but now was when we know one another and had our minds or parts of it occupied with each otherâs thoughts.
An year later that the last interaction happened, the world decided to crumble, when a notification and a call decided to stop my heart from beating, of having her said Goodbye to the world, 4 days back then and 5 as I write. Heart just went heavier, had a flashback of every moment spend, every word ever spoken, her sweetness and swift nature of voice, to the little attitude that I mocked her of having and then vanishing when she was with me. Every place visited, every seat reserved, every lane that we walked down on, all becoming so dull, that even the rainbows might fail to spread the colors back. No regrets was a moto that we lived to, but the one that we wonât be able to have a glimpse of one another, everything that was planned to be done at each otherâs place 10 years from then, will all have to be at a halt. A halt, so long, that no green lights would be able to resume it back.
And so, I carry you quietly, not as a shadow but as a soft light in the corner of my mind â steady, unblinking.
Your laugh still lives in certain corners of the day, your voice still lingers in places the world canât touch.
We didnât get the ten years we imagined, but we got a forever in the time we had,
and thatâs the version of you Iâll keep â
never gone, just walking a little ahead, waiting where the road evens out and the air feels lighter....peace
I wept as I remembered how often you and I had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky ~ Johnson Cory
