The Exchange.

Another Thingy For A Thingy ON IAW...


I walk down the same empty lane again. The lane where we once walked. I glance at the the bench on which we once sat and talked for hours on how life was treating us. We talked of people, of things, of thoughts and of everything else we could possibly talk of. I see the trash can we threw empty cans of coke in. He would win every time. I trip on a slab of pavement that always made me trip. Except this time there's something different. There's no one catching me as I fall. I pick myself up though. I've learnt to do so since I left it all. Since I left what I once was. But no matter how much I change things do not simply go away. He passes me by. I look at him and he glances at me. A nod is all we share now. An exchange of respect. That is all we share now.

Home.

Well This Is Something I Wrote For This Thing On IAW...(Indian Amateur Writers... This Community On Orkut)

The flash of light awakes me. Beautiful. The rain and the wind, they've done it again. A perfect storm rages outside. People run about trying to stay dry. They do not try hard enough I say to myself. I do not have to try. I am not worried about the storm. It cannot touch me here. Another flash of light. It seems almost as though God himself is reaching down to us. He does so with a little too much noise doesn't he? For I see a child looking with awe at the light and then clenching onto his mothers leg. He is afraid of the sound. So much noise. Too much noise. But I do not hear a thing. Far away i see a man who waits for a bus to come get him. But it will not be there anytime soon. He shivers and waits, just shivers an waits. I am warm here. Because here, it is never too cold. A woman stands there all alone. Just waiting for someone she loves to take her home. I have someone i love right here. She gives me kiss on my cheek and I smile. I kiss her back, she smiles.

Suddenly, I realize that I have something that very few of us are blessed with. I have all that I shall ever need in one place. I have a sanctuary, I have a little piece of heaven. I have... I have a home.