Years down the line, I will turn back to see. I will see no-one that I do not know. I will see the many shadows looking back at me, amid them there will be you...
I know I will look at many and smile, as the scenes of my childhood run by. Tears will run down my cheeks as I meet those whom I never wanted to let go off. I will lift my hand in hope to touch the softness of a mother's hand, a father's hug, a granny's cheek...
I know, I will laugh out loud seeing the pages of my silly friends. I will acknowledge their pain to stick around me by then. I will see them mapped in different phases of my past but they will be a part of the happy space I will know after home.
Not only will I see faces, I will also see the many sunrises and sunsets that I have enjoyed. I will see cafes, roads, beaches, hills, towns and their markets, whose flavour I have carried around in a backpack with me.
But, I wonder if I will recognize you by then. Don't think that I am talking about my age or my vision then, it will simply be the trick of the mind, to overlook you with a slight smile. For the heart will know by then for sure, that if you were to stay then I would not have to look back at all.
Turning my vision, next to me I will see who you could never be.
With love,
Sanjukta