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Apoorva.R.D. - Writing Workshop 02
Apoorva.R.D. - Writing Workshop 02
The last time I saw you, the sky was grey and the sun was sinking.
I commented on your beard, as it was the first time, I had ever seen you sporting one.
You simply said,” It’s nothing. I didn’t have the time” and shrugged.
I remember asking you if the tea was cold. You had gulped it down like it was nothing.
You were sitting on the stone bench like it was the iron throne, poking you with a thousand swords.
You always have a way of bringing out the best in me. But on that day, even my best wasn’t enough.
I remember distinctly how we walked the seaface, you staring at the sea, me staring at you.
You did not agree with me on anything that day. Everything spiraling into an argument.
I go back to that day almost everyday and wonder if I could have done something differently.
You would probably not remember but I had worn the same dress when we first met.
You reminded me that, it was over, you and I, and that we had travelled the full circle.
You said you wished me best. I know you meant that, I just couldn’t feel it at the time.
I will never forget my journey back home. It was like travelling home after a long battle.
You won, I lost. I would win eventually; I just didn’t know it then.
Portrait:
I am a woman.
I wonder, I wonder.
I am a woman.
I wanted to be touched.
I am a woman.
I cry in my sleep.
I try to be a woman.
I am a woman.
I wonder, I wonder.
I try to be a woman.
I am a woman.
I am a woman.
Onomatopoeia
‘Croak croak’, the crow complained outside my window.