Sip Into Something Fresh

I know it sounds a little whimsical, but I wished he was there, holding a tall, sunlit glass of lemonade, pausing long enough to just smile and allow me say, How thoughtful!"

On heated summer afternoons,
we’d drag out the enormous lawn mower
(at least, it always felt enormous to me)
and let it hum and chomp its way
through the wild, restless grass,
until the yard softened
into something serene…
a quiet place
where I could finally breathe.

A place where morning would arrive gently,
carrying the scent of happiness
in its very first breeze.

If you’ve never noticed
those early hours belong to no one.
They are meant for gathering yourself,
for stitching together fragments of peace,
for learning how to simply be.

No human echoes
only the soft, scattered songs
of wandering birds,
the delicate rustle of life unfolding,
even the small, unseen creatures
finding their joy in the ordinary.

And there a spider’s web,
finely woven with impossible patience,
catching light like a secret
reminding you how life, too,
can be intricate
and still beautifully simple
all at once.

Oh… how did I wander here?
All this,
just because I was missing my lemonade… huh..hmm.. 

The heat may have lingered,
the work may have wearied me,
but I held onto the quiet hope
that look of satisfaction
he would wear
after every long, tedious task.

Now it lives only as a soft memory
something I return to,
to refresh,
to rebuild,
to remember.... with or without the lemonade.

Evernear!

Since his muscles felt weak, I began missing the strength in asking for a scalp massage. Not because I thought I wouldn’t get it, but because I didn’t want to risk the emotion it might stir in him. He wouldn’t express it openly, but I could sense the subtle weight in his words, the quiet way he missed those cozy moments we shared.

We had built a rhythm, engaged in small but meaningful habits of self-care or rather, caring for each other and I missed that deeply. The simple things that surrounded us had became practices that nurtured our bond, extending our time together with giggles and effortless boundaries.

Today, it felt strange when she touched my scalp, trying to create that “customer satisfaction” ambience. A brief flashback distracted me and nudged me to ask for a little more. She was time-bound and couldn’t understand the reason behind my request, but I realized something: even though the process was the same, the fingers were different. The pressure, the comfort, the pleasure - it wasn’t anything same.

... pausing it here as I walk deep down the memory lane... 

Wherever you are…..

Little did you know how much your guidance meant to me, how much I quietly looked forward to it. Sometimes it came gently, other times wrapped in teasing observations and soft giggles. Either way, it always felt like an earnest pull, as if we were effortlessly drawing each other closer, only to end up wrapped in the simple ecstasy of being together.

I miss every breath of that process, from the moments of getting ready, to the end of the day when I would return and slip back into my pajamas. Yet today, I step forward prepared to feel your presence in every move I make. Because I know, and I trust, that somewhere you will be there in the audience, smiling at my mistakes and waiting to say, “Ahh… you still don’t know anything.”

Life moves on, and so will I. But from the moments of dressing up to the quiet moments of letting the day go, nothing remains quite the same without you, my love.

Wherever you are… wish me luck!

Keeping Some Memories at Widdershins

 I kept my calm to ease the pulse: 

so much to hold within so little time.
I pushed back old memories as I walked that familiar path,
this time to create new captures with him.

Leaving a part of the past behind felt awkward, almost heavy, 
but I knew I had to move through it.

We sat around the corner, refreshing memories but now, only for laughter.
We remembered every bit of it,
and marveled at how much had changed…and yet, how nothing truly had except:

The young man sitting beside me had grown immensely in responsibility.
Admired by many and still deeply rooted, he now walks with a quiet strength that somehow strengthens me too.

There weren’t many words exchanged this time, yet he spoke; he spoke endlessly through his actions.
The room was just as I had expected,
but he turned chaos into calm, steadying every nerve.

He wouldn’t let me sit still.
We wandered through every corner of the dorm,
and yet, somehow, he made space for me to rest. A small nap beside him brushed away more than exhaustion.

Meeting his studio-mates filled me with awe.
Their support for one another was rare and beautiful.
They checked in, stood side by side,
listened, truly listened and gave each other room to breathe through worries.
They laughed at the silliest moments
and embraced every experience with open hearts.

Watching them celebrate and uplift one another was deeply heartwarming.
In a world that often feels rushed and competitive, their affection, respect, and camaraderie shone brightly.

We giggled about future plans,
while quietly acknowledging how grateful we are for the people who walk beside us.

A few hours, filled with love and admiration, felt like an ocean of cheerfulness.

And in his silent see-off,
he taught me something for the days ahead:

There is no looking back; 
only moving forward,
carrying the warmth of what was,
grounded in what is,
and hopeful for what will be.