I have saved every
post-it note she gave me,
I remember every
tea talk i have had with her,
I miss her when i recall how she
woke me up on lazy mornings,
I was fond of the
midnight gossip we did laying in our beds,
I crave for those
brownies we baked at half passed 12,
I feel the need for her
wisdom words in my melancholy times,
I learnt to write a few
bengali alphabets with her,
I got inspired to read
books from her,
I shared all facts
"about me" with her and if i didn't, she figured it out, somehow!
Most people call her Kay-jee, short for
Kathakali Ghosh. I call her KG. Few relations just click, no explanations needed. This one is out of those few for me. My room-mate, KG, we lived together for a very small span. However, the connection was instant. The day she left Birmingham, i felt empty deep down in my heart and since then we haven't met as of today. Her last image in my eyes is still clear, she said, " Hum Milenge, Rona Nahi" ("we will meet, don't cry").
This post is for her. I look forward to meet her and give her a longing hug, hopefully soon :)
Yours,
Babooni (that is what she calls me :))