Saturday, 26 August 2017
Now they smell like you too, the memories. It's like remembering the crack in your voice when you were about to tear up just wasn't enough, and the look in your eyes was starting to fade in mine.
I look up and force myself to imagine what you look like, but I seem to have misplaced the scar that was above your right eye to near your chin and so I'm glad at least I still have your smell to remind me of you, and till the cupboard wears out the smell of it's own and all the clothes don't get soaked in detergent I believe the smell will remain, even as the touch of your skin on mine will be forgotten and the wrinkles around your eyes when you laugh will fade away in my mind, they'll get deeper in depth with age and someone else will enjoy the privilege of wiping away the fun filled tears from around your eyes.
You'll still be around in my memory as the voice that cracked in the middle of the night at 2 am when we sat to talk about your problems on my bed and the smell of your clothes you've left in my cupboard.
It's as though you knew I'd need them to be able to remember you.
- Ragini Zutshi Anand