It’s been a few years since I moved in to this big city, with all my dreams & aspirations. Now, my dreams weren’t getting fulfilled as I’d expected, so I started penning down my thoughts. By the way, my dreams are still under progress but during this while, I met a girl. one, who I hadn’t even thought I’d be with… in the wildest of my dreams And as they say… “Every relationship is perfect in the beginning” We were a notch higher than perfection itself. But, since the last two months, there has been an unsettling issue between us The thing is, she belongs to this city itself And as they say… If one spends a long time at a particular place one gets fed up of that place. one gets fed up of that place. And now she wants to leave & go away So now, she’s left it upon me to choose, either this city or her. Now, I have written an answer(ode) for her But I know, if I start reading it out to her, she will try to dodge the topic So, I thought it’ll help me if I share it with you guys first. The ode is… Whenever we walked through a lane, we would feel daunted looking at the crowd. Our fingers would touch each others’, and we would hold hands. Not because we feared getting lost in the crowd. But because, we feared losing each other. then… we would move away from the crowd I would leave her hand she would hold my hand again, and ask… “Had you held my hand only for the crowd?” During the rush hour in the local train as a shield I would stand in front of her and then lose myself in her eyes. She would shyly look here and there, then look into my eyes and smile Often, peoples’ jostles would bring us closer. Later in the evening, when we would board a less-crowded train then she would say, “Keep standing in front of my eyes…” By the sea shore… …I enjoyed watching the setting sun… …while she liked to see it rise. So, to fulfill each other’s desires, we would continue sitting there for hours And during that time we would open up to each other, about the things that we’d never shared with anyone else. Then, when I would be about to leave, she would hold my hand and innocently ask me, “The sun will set again… right?” Look… lack of money would not allow us to do Facebook check-ins at fancy places but yes It familiarizes us with the streets & corners of the city. In those streets, I have seen a different side of yours A side, that other’s are totally unaware of which shows the carefree, happy-go-lucky person that you are. The same carefree side of yours, which asks the pani-puri(Indian street food)wallah, “Give me another sookha puri(Indian street food)!” When you’d return home drenched in rains I would make tea on one stove and warm water for your bath, on the other. But when you sneezed, I would immediately lift the hot vessel with my bare hands which would burn my fingers and let out a scream! Concerned, you would come running towards me take my hand to your lips and say, “Can you do even one thing properly?” Whenever the lights went out you would snuggle up to me. Then I would light up a candle and in it’s glimmering flame, I would clearly see the color of your eyes and would feel immersed in the depths of your eyes. Then you would blow off the flame and would say, “Now you look at me and tell.” But… what upsets me is your habit of repeatedly bringing up issues from the past You want answers whereas I just want to forget about them and move on. Eventually, those unanswered issues would resurface leaving us both, feeling miserable. I would slam the door and walk out! Then, when I would return in the middle of the night I would find you sitting at the same spot with just one question: “Will you have dinner?” Because of our disagreements, WE would create distances and end up sleeping on either side of the bed. But… because of the bed being small in size unpreventably, we would get closer Then I would gently put your tresses behind your ears And you would lovingly say, “I forgive you” This (ode) was my answer for her. Okay, listen What I’m going to say now is meant for nobody else, but you! It is said that to build a ‘home’, you need a ‘house’ and YOU are my ‘home’ but this city is OUR ‘house’. So when you asked me to choose between this city and you… I obviously choose YOU but don’t forget, we met each other because of this city.