To My Love..

It's been 21 years since you left. Everything happened the way we planned. Our children are married and now I'm a grand father. You used to talk about being a grandmother. Didn't you pull my legs saying how old I would be. Well, yes. I am old and greying. Our kids care for me. We had built this house so huge thinking we could rent a portion of it, if at all one of us dies soon. That was a wise thought. How much effort you had put, in designing it. I loved to watch you lose temper at the contractor whenever he suggested his stupid ideas. I talk a lot about you to our grand children. And they are shocked to hear that we have never quarreled or hurt each other. I simply smile at them. Still can't imagine our guts to have married each other despite the objection from both families. What all we did! And that ring... I admire you to have worn it everyday, even when my "loving" mom-in law made your life horrible for that. From Kerala to Bombay, I kept staring at you, unable to believe you would be mine in a day! It was god's wish that we should be together and that's why your brother was late by just 5 minutes to stop us from marrying each other! From then on, my life was yours. And still is. I miss the way you smiled at me. I miss cooking with you. I miss sprinkling the orange peels at your eyes and getting beaten. I miss your long hair that I used to play with. And I still live in the same house we had built. Why did you plan so much? Why did you even think of dying so soon? Why do you exist in my heart alone? Why don't you come take me along?Why? Why? Why?

Here I am, dying to die, to have you again!!