Two years ago today,
Something beautiful came my way.
It was a home, a safe space.
It was magical, much like Ogygia, but very real.
We were the golden trio, the best; yet unknown squad,
We ourselves didn’t know how we got so close in 3 months.
It was for a joke that the WhatsApp group was made,
Unaware, what all it will soon replace.
4 AM was regular, the laughs were endless,
Our support was as big as an ocean,
Trust as big as the universe,
And, yet we never tried to cross the circumference.
Lunch time wasn’t lunch time, if one of us was busy,
The third was missed, when they had to leave school early,
It wasn’t just a WhatsApp group anymore, it was a family.
There was nothing we did not talk about,
Regardless of clash of opinions, we never argued for long.
Sure, we did fight, but always made it up before sleeping at night.
Nothing was common between us,
One was Science, one Humanities, and the other Commerce,
One loved Karan Johar’s films, others couldn’t stand them,
While two were fanatics of Supernatural, and the third found it difficult to hook to that genre.
We were waiting for our Hogwarts letter, but the third liked Twilight,
And, still somehow, our crazy love for our fandoms made us unite.
Wouldn’t be wrong if I said we completed each other,
We were the Angle Sum Property, adding upto 180°,
This triangle was our inner circle, atleast it used to be.
The triangle is now broken into a pair of straight lines,
All three are a vertex of some different polygon,
Drifted apart, the lines left have quite some tension.
The wire is brittle, more than its ductile,
It can not be moulded back into a triangle, regardless how much we try,
As Rahim Das said, a bond made of love, once broken can’t be joined again without a visible knot,
Learnt the Doha as a kid, but now it’s sad to know how true it was.
More than the memories, it’s the feeling that I miss,
We had just been to one open-mic, there had to be more to this.
One year ago, on this date, we were having a conference call,
All happy and joyful, we were the best we had ever been.
We still shared and tagged in memes,
And still promised to go together on a long drive.
3 months later, things weren’t much the same,
Our special moments were turning out to be lame.
It had been 464 Days, but now we were losing respect for the other,
The promises were becoming visibly fake,
But a stupid heart was still trying to believe those,
It was still bawling eyes out, hoping they would come home.
We got too close, and knowing each other’s weaknesses, it destroyed us more,
Even like charges are held together when they get too close by nuclear force.
It used to be quite an Active Server Page,
But now it lies somewhere at the bottom of the chats,
Never opened, with most chats deleted,
I don’t even know if I want them to read this.
I wish, they also look back at times, and start to miss this,
That would atleast tell me that some parts of it wasn’t fake.
रहिमन धागा प्रेम का, मत तोड़ो चटकाय।
टूटे से फिर ना जुड़े, जुड़े गाँठ परि जाय॥
~ Abdul Rahim Khan-e-Khana
Meaning: Rahim says, don’t allow the delicate thread of love between people to snap. If it breaks once, it cannot be mended, even if you mend it there will be a knot in it, which means there will always be some awkwardness in the relationship.