Under The Blue Mountains

By Pranjal Gai

7 years ago he gazed me -

Breeze over my face

A candid smile lingered

But I did not even notice .

Cheese pop corn and a lot of giggles

He saw me again two years later -

And this time so did i

A boy in a navy sweater and blue jeans

The next of the dawn,

He was there again

Battling ledgers and balance sheets

I looked up -

It was the boy with blue sweater

Slowly the winters went by

Little did we know,

The blue gate of Mr. Bajaj

Was just a start of our story

The winter kept passing

And we began walking

Around the pale winter sun

That made his eyes shine

He wore yellow high neck sweater

And black boots

And a birthmark on his right hand

We were two souls

Laughing together

Exploring old houses

The streets of Dehradun

Time slipped quietly by

We went our separate ways -

But the Almighty had other plans

Instead of the old letters

It was a instagram dm

Like a modern fairly tale

That said, “ look who is doing accounts now”

He had grown up

since the last time i saw him -

Musky scent, love for bikes and broad shoulders

It started with the text -

Which turned into calls

And then the slow realisation

Why do I speak to this man so much ?

Time flew by again.

I thought he adored me

But I refused to believe it

I guess the Evil eye is real

There were arguments and screams

Instead of laughter

He said he would build

An opera house for me

In the deepest jungle

And then it broke -

And I never heard from him again.

By Pranjal Gai