Do You Remember?

Do you remember the e-rickshaw ride that we had back to the campus? I was wearing my pink kurta and I guess you wore one of your breezy shirts. Do you remember how there was something wrong with the rickshaw and it was unimaginably slow and how weird it was to see everyone overtaking us, even the pedestrians? I am having all those flashbacks today when I am here after two years. Did I tell you that I didn't want that ride to end. I don't remember us speaking a lot that day. Silence did all the talks there. But I know you understood. Did you feel the electricity too?

As I go on, I feel thoughts rushing through my mind as storms. Storms that carry people; people from the past. I found myself entangled amidst the storm. I feel so much, suddenly. As I enter through the gate, I see the older me. Me who was young and stupid and naive. I see myself rushing to the class every day. It felt surreal. Like I was back in those days when life was all about the struggle of attending the 8:40 class. Everything looked the same. It's just that I felt invisible today like nobody can see me. They were passing by without noticing me. No one to wave and say hi, no one to even exchange a smile. Everyone I knew has left. This is just a place now filled with memories and flashbacks.

Do you remember how we sat outside MacDonald's on that thin platform? I thought our bums actually won't fit there but then they did. We sat and talked about life. That was the first time when we were not really using silence to talk. We found our words. I remember how you used to wrap your arms around my waist and we use to walk like little ninjas all around the campus. Do you remember the comfort we shared? 

As I walk through the baddy court, I remembered my jazz sessions. She used to tell me that I do jazz like it's Kathak. And that I need to work on my hands. She wanted me to not be shy and show the side of me that I didn't know existed. The side that is uninhibited and unapologetic. The side that doesn't care and is unabashed. She called it the sexier side and then chuckled. In those dance sessions, I used to become the person, she wanted me to be. And I used to feel liberated and free.

Do you remember those morning walks? You wanted me to sleep early and wake up early. You wanted me to see the world that I don't see every day. And you did show me. But did I tell you that the motivation was not the sunrise or the morning, it was you? Just you. Do you remember how those walks used to end every day? I hope you do.