Hush..

What a hectic day it was …

I had entered the room after a long day at work, devoid of your presence amidst the noise of the strangers.

I was searching for you, but couldn't find you, even in so much light you couldn't be found as if purposefully wanting to trouble me with your petty hide and seek.

But now since I knew what made you come back, I did what was to be done.

I switched off the lights, went to bed, and drowned myself in the deep pit of imagination, a place too deadly for humans to be in but still it felt nice being there, away from the chaos of the mortal world. Suddenly, now I felt your presence around me. When I turned, it was you. 

Despite being drained, I wanted to talk instead of sleep unlike you. I wanted to tell of how the boss had fired at me today, of how I had shared my lunch today, of how I wanted to just sleep before seeing you, and of all the trivial things that you and I could think of but since you were too sleepy, I decided to start the conversation asking about you. 

“ so tell me what did you do the whole day “ 

“ Nothing much just went through the old photographs “ 

“ Really, where did you find those “

“ got them in your cupboard “

“ and what were you searching for in my cupboard in the first place ?”

“the photos only, I know you keep them there “

“ haha, okaayy ‘

There was silence again but I guess that was the best thing about you. Just your presence made me fulfilled, no amount of words between us could ever do justice to it. The darkness didn’t make me frightened then since you were there and like every other day, I had asked the same question.

“ Promise me, you won't go ever again “ 

And like all the other days, you replied: “why will I “

In spite of knowing the further happening, I switched on the light and when I turned, you were gone just like every other day. There was so much light around yet all I felt was darkness, with that feeling of paranoia. I keep asking the same question myself every day, why did you feel like the light for my darkness, why was it that I always found you not in light but in darkness?

WHO ARE YOU?

WERE YOU A PART OF ME THAT I MISSED OR WERE YOU A FICTION THAT MY MIND CREATED? 

I don’t know and maybe I will never know, maybe I will never be adept enough to comprehend that or maybe I don’t want to know that. All I knew was you were that illusion that made me feel euphoric.

Ting ting ting, the sound of the alarm was successful in disrupting my sleep 

It was 8 o’clock, I was already late for work.