TWO SHADES TOO BLUE
I watch the empty window-side table closely. For this used to be your favourite place.
Here you would sip your half cup tea
And pout and look out of the window longingly. You will point to people going about their everyday lives, and like a little princess, you will weave stories, and chuckle and laugh
Your presence had a way of making my little house
It was as if you filled my walls with shades
That made then come to life.
As if suddenly,
Being a dining table was an important achievement,
And that wall hanging
Would acquire a personality, and indulgently
Glare at me; as if this were its house, not mine.
I now look at the empty space besides my window.
Baby, it was your favourite spot.
And watching you
My favourite moment.
First published in Muse India, Jan-Feb 2017