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Little girls were we when we spent time giggling in laughter,
Those were the best days when our cycle bells always jingled together;
Here we are today with two decades of life dodging behind,
Still innocently bound in friendship with boundaries undefined;


But a day shall come when you moved out and so would I,
One fine day I shall return and you shall take some while,
We shall be in touch always anticipating the reunion;
Your thoughts reminded by every item I set my eyes on;

I shall lounge and rest in boredom,
Waiting for you to lift the cobwebs off my mind’s home;
Days shall turn into one full year,
New toddlers would know me as a woman of smear;

To prove that all bad things have an end,
I shall receive a phone call with your voice resonating from the other end;
You shall say that you returned home,
The call shall pour life into me through my dome;

I shall mumble a silent, “I shall meet you in the evening”,
Too low to measure in decibels of hearing;
But there I will be as soon as you hang up, yelling in joy,
The world once again looking all modest and coy;

A peep in the mirror and I shall ask myself if you will recognize me,
The next moment I shall start wondering how you will look to me;
I shall complete my afternoon chores in haste,
Lest they disturb me while I examine your state;

The evening shall arrive and in thick heavy steps I shall start,
A sting shall start as well in the lump of my throat;
With every step I take forward, the pain shall accentuate,
Pain at the thought of losing the joy to anticipate;

So, I shall walk back promising myself to meet you the next day,
One more day of anticipation shall refill me with increased vigour;
The next day I shall wake up earlier than the sun,
The toddlers shall jerk at seeing me up and on;

I shall work with no procrastination,
Lest the evening shall witness another promise at anticipation;
As the evening arrives so shall the stinging pain,
A few steps from the door, I shall walk back again;

I shall skip a weekend to meet you on a weekday,
And on a weekday I shall promise myself a weekend stay;
I shan’t call you afraid that you might show up,
I shan’t receive a call from you expecting me to show up;

Years shall pass thus with me turning out to be a successful woman,
“A person who never procrastinates a thing”, people shall call on;
Deep inside, I shall laugh to my heart’s content,
“Procrastination was all I did to survive”, I shall lament;

After many years, one day I shall meet you at the gates of heaven,
Your sulking eyes demanding me an answer for my absence;
Apologetically I shall tell you all these verses,
And then you shall say,
“Thank you for not showing up ever. I survived in anticipation of your arrival”.



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