I have been having a great time this weekend in Delhi. I came here to say bye-bye to my brother and sister-in-law whom I absolutely adore. Today, one night after they left, I was able to articulate what I was feeling about them leaving. I usually do not prefer giving context so that you can read it in your own voice. But, this is much closer to the heart.
When they leave
They take their conversations with them.
They take their smell with them,
Take their voice with them,
Their laughter and their gestures;
Their affection, their expectations, their opinions and impressions.
When they leave
They take their existence with them
And you are left trying to reach for them in
The images of when they were here.
When they leave
They leave the space, the room and the pedestal
That you had given them in your heart
In a place that is rarely ever filled.
When they leave
You are left reminiscing everything that happened and
You are left wondering about everything which could have happened-
Infinite possibilities nipped in the buds.
When they leave,
They return, too.
And then, everything rushes back like fresh wind into a stale room.
When they return
Everything is a celebration.
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