How Long It Has Been?
"Not that I have grown to like my losses, but that I have grown to live with its passing".
I am sentimental about all kinds of things. The sunlight pouring in through the car windows when you are driving away from someone. When a tree is cut. The last moment I saw my grandmother - how long it has been?
Arms stretched out as light creeps in through the trees, that time I swung so high I touched the top of me. A photograph. A plane ticket. A broken lamp. A front door. The way our house looked in the morning. The park benches. The AAU Campus, those streetlights. Rose picking with my grandfather, aroma of the Xewali ( Jasmine), the color of the walls, those failed attempt at cartwheels in the verandah.
The kissing. The giggles. The wild temporary love in the eyes. That time I locked myself in the bathroom. The bathroom --- went in broken, came out like a warrior. When I lost friends to the world, when I made new ones.
My memories -- I am scared of losing them but I know thats what life is all about.
The fear of losing. We lose so much, every day. Every single second gets lost and I long for every moment that has passed. I am sad about my losing but over time I have grown a bittersweet acceptance to it.
Not that I have grown to like my losses, but that I have grown to live with its passing.
- Yours Riya