The empty place next to the dinner cabinet, the silence after a door bell, the empty wet bathroom, the silence behind the locked front door, the bare shaft floor, the absence of footsteps in the drive-way on reaching home. There is so much more.
The house is devoid of my trustee, my confidante. There is no one to listen to my endless blabber without speaking a single word, no one to give me the expression of serenity when I would be troubled, no one to sit beside me when I am dazed, No one to nudge me for a drive, no one to greet me when I enter, No one to intervene when we would pick up a fight, no one to take sides in a heated argument, No one who would love me double when I would hurt her, no one who would sleep with her head in my lap without a bother. There were no fights for éclairs, no tiffs for the last piece of chicken, no clashes for attention from dad, nor races to reach home first but still waiting at the gate to enter together.
You promised me you’ll be there when I would come back. I know you can’t leave me and go. I know you’ll not deprive me of the look of longing-ness for a steamy bath, the enthusiasm of running around crazily for nothing, the trampling with the footwear, the tugging on jeans, the escaping with the ball to draw attention, our fights with the towel, our sleeping in the same blanket together.
I know it’s a bad dream that needs to get over soon. I know it’s raining and I want to run around skidding in the drive-way with you in tow. It’s always me who hides in the game of hide and seek. It was not for you to hide and never come back. Its just a silly game Crispy, you didn’t have to hide where you couldn’t be found.
