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When I sit alone, by the window side on a rainy evening, sipping coffee and browsing through old photographs, with my most prized camera in my hand, I think of you. I wish I had this camera with me a few years ago, so that I could capture every moment we shared together and replay them over and over again, whenever circumstances forced me to believe that I am alone. Do you remember the first time we met? I do not remember the details, but I particularly recollect that I did not think much of you. To me then, you were just another person living next door and leading a life on a parallel track as mine. Nothing more. Do you remember the early morning walks we took to school every day? You would always be late and make me anxious as to whether I would be punished for coming late. Or the day we took a lot of courage to walk over to the next block, but came running back because there was a power cut? The day we followed a girl who looked just like one of our old friends and realized it was d...