An Uncertain Meet

By Barkha Poptani

"Hope we meet again "

Said my stranger when he left the town.

It's weird when someone just enters in your intricated life and unlatches a door that opens for none. You share a strange connection with someone where you read that chapter of your book which you skip and never read it loud. That heat inside you and the high rush through your vessels just strikes all the flashes back to your brain and you want to let those high tides out. Then you just spew up your brusies in front of an uncertain person you knew just a minute ago.

And he came with the same thoughts under the same sky with the same wounds with a hope to allow nature to digest it and then there was you. You both just sat out there, holding the same fence talking your guts out feeling the same sprint inside your body . The time passed by but the words never, the moments flew but the souls never and at that instant you knew it was the end and you have to say good goodbyes without a hope to ever see again. And there you are standing next to each other still far away, holding your chest and carried away.

The helpless ischemic brain just gives your body the signals to let go, let go of the things you weigh and you remain still. The very pound of your heart ejects double the blood in your ventricles because you never wanted the night to end. You just hope to evocate and rewind the tense and live in the talks again. The very moment you lost all the fear of being judged and just shared a pinch of relief with someone who doesn't belong to your life. You want to get heard one last time, want to swap your life with, just want to sit there and speak about life. You just want to be sobber again one last time and want to weep all the traumas of your life, want to forget the scars that still bleed and want to be the unpeculiar for the last time with that stranger.

You never know where you'll meet or whether you'll meet again at the same sea shore where you sang your heart out to the clouds and let the deepest ocean swallow you. That one stranger turned out to be the most sophisticated person you were finding all these years and there was he finding you. Isn't it the beautiful thing to unexpectedly meet someone who seems to see the same stars in the sky and dream about the same constellations? But some corner of your atrium knows that this night was the last night where you never were misdiagnosed as someone else. You knew you were you at least for one dark black night.

It might afflict something to each one because every person has some stranger in their lives who they know will never meet again but still hope, " Hope we meet again "

By Barkha Poptani