Maybe I will see you again-
In a winter evening, in some coffee house sharing a muffin with another woman. I will look at you from a distance and I will think of how much your face has changed. You have wrinkles on your skin, you have a rounder belly but you still smile crookedly through your black round spectacles. Oh! And you still don't know how to use a fork. By this time, you too see a woman staring at you so anxiously. You remove your specs and cringe your forehead, maybe wondering where you have seen her. And then you recall that in the days of your youth, there was a woman you called 'life'. We had shared many muffins in many coffee shops, we have walked many lanes, we have kissed a million times. As I think of walking towards you and you feel likewise, something stops us. There are a thousand questions in our head and unfortunately, without any proper answer. How have we lived all these years without each other? What if you don't remember me completely? Life has given me such a wonderful time to just look at you from a distance and be alright because you seem happy? Are you happy? Does she make you happy? Does she sit on your laps while you watch your cricket matches? Does she wake you up in the middle of the night cause she wants to go out or she is hungry? Do you look at her the way you used to look into my eyes and say that your life would be too sweet without me but you don't like desserts unless I offer you one? Do you hold her waist and draw her close while you kiss her? Do you remember me?
So, I walk past you and I smile because I know that somewhere in your heart, you remember what it was to share a muffin together.
-Debasmita Acharjee
