Firmamentum

I don’t think I need to make this one formal. I’m writing this to you and I don’t even know why. There are some things that you can’t explain or understand. They are just there. This is one of those moments when I don’t know what I’m typing or what my brain is thinking it’s just my hands that are automatically pressing each key on their own and my heart which just has a picture of you in it. It’s been a tremendously good time since we’ve known each other and I have loved everything about that journey. I don’t know what happened to us but even now if someone asks “Who is she?” my only reply is “the closest thing I have to a girl-best-friend”. Because you are that special to me. I like to speak in facts and the fact is you were my first lady love ever and I continue to love you even to this very moment. I always say I remember each and every moment of my life. But there are some times when I let myself be, without the slightest care of my character, my behavior, my personality, what ot...

Funny, how destiny works. In a moment, you’re sitting there writing an exam Concentrating on the definite integration question And in the same moment, your hand goes under your desk And there you find a notebook, covered in brown paper Neat brown paper You look around, look at the invigilator who’s busy in his phone And open the notebook to find her name inscribed on the first page In beautiful handwriting “ Amishta Trivedi ” And the first thought that runs through your mind is a question Should I solve the integral? You choose otherwise and go on to flip the pages And there on all the pages is the same handwriting Poetry, Logs, Stories, Thoughts Anything that she thought, she scribbled it down there As if it was a part of her soul that she wanted to transfer in those pages And you start reading that stuff, written so profoundly. With each word, you fall for her even more You forget that you are actually in the middle of an examination And as yo...