Lost and not Found.


She said: Talking tires me out quickly, can we just walk by the footpath in silence for some time.. let this entire day together, absorb..

He nodded yes.

They let the passersby rush past them on this busiest stretch of the city. Her favorite place on earth.
On a few occasions, in order to give room for people to move past them, their arms brushed briefly against one another. She could feel her heart skip a beat, her stomach flip and her thoughts jumble. The seconds felt like minutes, everything on ‘slo-mo’. She was anticipating at the same time for this connection to break and the strange feeling inside to find its peace.

He wanted to prolong this moment.

Their arms briefly joined, palm against palm, elbow against elbow. He was tempted to wrap his fingers against hers but was too scared to be the first one to do that, uninvited. She looked so blank..oblivious of the moment, he tried hard to figure out what’s going on in her head. In vain but. He knew she didn’t like hand holding.

Both couldn’t look at one another for a long while. She stopped the first cab she could spot ,fumbled uttering the destination to the impatient driver. He took the last Metro home, sighing, “if only we were lost together on the same trail.”

Amrita Gangopadhyay


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