"Fragile."
Your suitcase is going to have that sticker when you're at the airport, right? I want to be that sticker. I want to be a part of that suitcase that you packed from home, that has that book you kept asking me for but ended up buying instead, that has the orange shirt that has the cologne on from last night's farewell, that has the black bow tie I always wanted to see you in, and the little black diary of yours that's tucked away into a chain.
I want to be a part of that box of home that you're carrying to a new land. I want to sit next to you when you tap your foot impatiently, waiting for your flight to take off. You've been waiting too long to escape this place, haven't you? The ticket in your breast pocket was the one shot you needed, it turned out to be the one shot you finally got.
I want to be standing right there when you step out of the aircraft and see the new city for the first time, when your mind has no curfews and you're all set to run... I want to start running with you.
I want to be sitting across the table, when you have your first breakfast away from the round table with a red and white checkered table cloth back home.
I want to see you quietly put a letter you received a day back at the bed side drawer, I want to see you read it, again. I want to be the last full stop, on that letter.
I want to be each and every stamp on your passport. I want to be every single crinkled bus ticket that stays in the pockets of your jean. I want to count your change while you tip off the waiter at the cult cafes around the world, I want to share the binoculars you see through to see the horizon complementing your new terrace. I want to be the coin you toss in your first wishing well in Europe and I want to be the chop sticks you use so proficiently for Sushi.
I want to feel your pulse as each and every second becomes an experience.
However, I see the ends of your trousers flapping through the gust of air that comes in while you board the plane, and your suitcase goes away with you, while the Fragile sticker stays on with me.
Your suitcase is going to have that sticker when you're at the airport, right? I want to be that sticker. I want to be a part of that suitcase that you packed from home, that has that book you kept asking me for but ended up buying instead, that has the orange shirt that has the cologne on from last night's farewell, that has the black bow tie I always wanted to see you in, and the little black diary of yours that's tucked away into a chain.
I want to be a part of that box of home that you're carrying to a new land. I want to sit next to you when you tap your foot impatiently, waiting for your flight to take off. You've been waiting too long to escape this place, haven't you? The ticket in your breast pocket was the one shot you needed, it turned out to be the one shot you finally got.
I want to be standing right there when you step out of the aircraft and see the new city for the first time, when your mind has no curfews and you're all set to run... I want to start running with you.
I want to be sitting across the table, when you have your first breakfast away from the round table with a red and white checkered table cloth back home.
I want to see you quietly put a letter you received a day back at the bed side drawer, I want to see you read it, again. I want to be the last full stop, on that letter.
I want to be each and every stamp on your passport. I want to be every single crinkled bus ticket that stays in the pockets of your jean. I want to count your change while you tip off the waiter at the cult cafes around the world, I want to share the binoculars you see through to see the horizon complementing your new terrace. I want to be the coin you toss in your first wishing well in Europe and I want to be the chop sticks you use so proficiently for Sushi.
I want to feel your pulse as each and every second becomes an experience.
However, I see the ends of your trousers flapping through the gust of air that comes in while you board the plane, and your suitcase goes away with you, while the Fragile sticker stays on with me.
-Nil.
(P.s- I promise and update post, next. I'll spare you the perpetual after-midnight- Fiction OD.)
Liked it? LOVED it.
ReplyDeleteYou come up with such beautiful posts only after midnight. I could totally hear your voice while reading this one. Somehow this post is so you.
Insomnia works for me, that means!
DeleteThanks Guinz. The last line made me happiest :))
Love it! Keep writing..
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteThis one was really good :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much :)
Delete"I want to be the coin you toss in your first wishing well."
ReplyDeleteWOW. This one blew me away. There can't be a better way to tell someone you need them!
Thank you. I hoped so :)
DeleteSomeone seems to be getting sexy time ;)
ReplyDeleteHaha what the hell, no! This is the last post that should make you think so :S :P
Deletehehe I read this at like 4 at night and well midnight posts have a different charm. Yes, I could feel your love for travelling and exploring. Same here, NIL same here. :)
ReplyDeleteWe'll get along just fine, yes! :)
DeleteYour post made me grin..!!! :)
ReplyDeleteWooots :)
Deletewoww a nice piece of writing... luv it nil!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
Deletewas the write-up inspired from the word 'fragile', i never thot much about the word fragile..u made me realize it is indeed beautiful, worthy of a thousand words..your thousand words!
ReplyDeleteYes, it was indeed inspired by the word 'Fragile' :)
DeleteWow, thank you so much. That meant a lot. But you're only too kind :)) Absolutely thrilled that you liked it!
baby...this one is one more of my favorite posts of yours..and i am absolutely loving this ! being honest..i think you have just given me enough sunshine to get over my block..well maybe :)
ReplyDeletebrilliant Nil brilliant...
Your comments always make me happiest, they do! Because I know they come straight from where one means it. Thanks my lovely PinkPatiyalaSis. You always give us just enough sunshine to kick them blocks away, too :))
Deletehugs!
Never realised Fragile could evoke so many emotions, conjure so many images. What I really liked about this post was all the pictures that you painted were original, not cliche! :)
ReplyDeleteBut why does the Fragile sticker stay with you in the end, and not on the suitcase?
Haha thank you so much, S :)
DeleteWell, it perhaps stayed on cause we're not always meant to travel to our favorite places with our favorite people :)
WOW.. ur imagination is the sky!!love the "want to bes"!!
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