So four years back on August 20th I had installed Mirakee and this marks another year of my stay in the home. It wouldn't be wrong if I say that Mirakee has helped me travel a lot. Travel in time to repair a childhood home, to say the last goodbye, travel in distance to the window of my helpless grandmother, to all the homes I left without a smile, to Sunita who talked about crows and ants, to Amma who adopted every stray cat she came across and you. I have travelled to so many of you through your stories.
It would have so great if my feed was a collection of my art like it is for many out there but it's not. It is merely a catalogue of my vulnerabilities and to anyone who has ever read me here, no words would do justice to the nostalgia, smiles and tears you have brought me. The women of my poems who are infact all real, living, brave women will be so proud of them if/when they come to know that they are all read so keenly.
i. Music in my city swivels on indeginous hymns faltering on the pillars of summer palace which synchronizes the hearts of lovers sipping hot cappuccinos in cafeterias in the chill of late evenings.
ii. Poetry in my city gushes forth the vinyl courtyards and sequined gateways where ghazals ornately dissolves in the silvers and charcoals of night sky casting spell on the wanderers who mark their footsteps on dingy roads.
iii. Architecture in my city is a pristine carnival of Mughal skylines and British residency flanked by jewel spattered ceilings and moon shimmered chandeliers.
iv. Gourmet cooks in my city responsibly sustain the invisible crowns over their heads for serving the classical Awadh cuisine that people of all sizes guzzle with titanic delight.
v. Artisans in my city are devoted worshippers who conquer deliverance from ordinary embroidery when their sophisticated fingers dance on the pastel shades of fabric, basking chiffon and silk in godly reflections of chikankari.
She made a quick exit from his cabin, only to find herself collided with Tarun, who was excited to meet her.
"Hey, are you fine?" "Of.. ofcourse! Tarun! You here?", Nymous spoke with a voice mixed with tears. "You don't look fine, Nymous. What happened? Did Anon said something?" "Umm, nothing like that, Tarun! It was just a small meet, what could he do in few minutes!" "So how's your plan going, for the seminar? I didn't have any clue, that company is organising a seminar. Specially after the bumper profit we made last week! May be Anon plans to go international!", Tarun chuckled. "I need to be with my team, Tarun. Why don't you see me after your working hours! We're staying in the hotel Suncity.", Nymous spoke hurriedly. "Sure!", Tarun said awkwardly.
He entered Anon's cabin and found him lying in his chair, with his one hand on the forehead, and the other crumpling some paper. There was a sense of guilt dripping down his face. He was mumbling something to himself, the typical stressed out, Anon.
"Hello sir, i wanted to..." "Get out of here, Tarun! I ain't in any mood to have any discussion!" "You shouldn't have ill-treated Nymous, then!" "Oh, come on, I don't want any discussion around it. You're already in her team, even though you were my friend!" "Were? I'm not sure about you, but you're still my friend. And i care about you, that's why i am telling you to not do anything just to feed your ego, and lose the second opportunity to be with her!" "Lose any opportunity? I don't want her back! Who's she? The one who left me! Even though she has promised she'd never leave me." "Because you didn't pay her any attention! At the time she was busy with her start up plan, the time she needed you the most, you were careless..." "Careless? Me? I told her several times, that all I'm earning would be the investment for our start up! That idea of start up was ours! We thought to do it together. I'll manage the company, and she'd manage the stage. The perfect plan. But it needed investment! I earned for her..." "She never needed the money, she needed your time. To look for the locations, to deal with clients. She needed your support. You had enough money then, to begin. Come on, Anon, you knew.."
"Start ups are not done in a hurry. Even if you've a little investment, you have to look for the time when you'll go in loss and all. But all she has to do was hurrying up things. Look at my growth, I've become CEO. If I've not worked this hard, where i would be? May be we both were ruined in our start up. But she partnered with Devu, that's why she's here. If she were with me.."
"She'd be sitting idle at your place, still asking for your time. Come on, Anon! We all know how passionate she has always been, and it's perfectly obvious for her to be. She is so hardworking, why does she need to wait for anyone to help her? Still she waited for you. She gave you 6 months, good enough time. She never asked you to leave your job, though you should have done that, as per your plan. She isn't the one who would left her dreams, who'd give up on her passion, because she's in love with someone. And we all know that. That time, she left you so that her goals don't become a hindrance to your career. She never stopped loving you. And i know you love her too! So when destiny has given you another chance, when you both are doing what you're interested in, don't lose it to your ego!", Tarun spoke in one go, trying his best to take Anon out of his guilt and past.
"I don't love her now! I've Surbhi, as you all know!", Anon spoke in a mild tone. "You think you've fooled us? Arjun and Nymous knew it that day only, though i was stupid enough to fall for your trap again! But ofcourse, i realised it later. You know what, your eyes can't hide your feelings for a person. Your eyes.." "Eyes! Eyes! Eyes! I'm so done with everything. Don't forget I'm your boss, Tarun. I guess, I've entertained you enough as a friend, and your desk would be waiting for you. So let's get professional for now, and leave the cabin. We can discuss about our personal lives later on!", Anon said abruptly, putting a full stop on the topic.
Tarun left the cabin, and Anon fall back into his chair tired. Tired of running from himself.