When I think of you, memories flood back in flashes,
The sweet scent of incense sticks and jasmine come to mind,
For they captivated me then and still consumes me now,
As they surface in nostalgia.
I miss you.
The loose end of your nine-yard pastel saris,
Your infectious laughter that filled my heart,
Our afternoon soirees of storytelling and card games,
Moments not quite lost in time.
I miss you.
Silent chants on your prayer beads,
Cycle rickshaw rides on weekend mornings,
The taste of ‘kheer’ that you used to prepare,
Lying under the veil of stars at night.
I miss you.

A simple life that you led by example,
Kindness of your beautiful grey eyes,
My childhood spent basking in your everlasting love,
Your gift of unshakable faith in the magic of the universe.
I miss you.
Even though my heart aches by your absence,
A thought often puts me at ease,
It’s knowing you are in a better place now
And a smile escapes my lips,
For I know you are waiting for me somewhere.
I never really bid you goodbye and there’s still so much left to say,
My story with you haven’t reached its final chapter,
And perhaps that’s my reason for believing,
that death needn’t be the great divide.
When my time comes, I will see you on the other side.
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