To think of what might have been if she was around isn’t very difficult. Life wouldn’t have been any simpler, but definitely the intensity of troubles would have been a little lesser. Now, it’s only the distance that hurts.
Wish the distances would vanish and ketki would be back on her scooty, honking away to glory under my window. My ‘romeo’ I called her. We loved the afternoon quota of fresh cut watermelon and sunfill.
My heart fills up with her memories, but my hands still are left empty without her trace.