How are you?
I’m not fine. Everything around, keeps on talking about you all the time. Do you see that longest and fastest hand of clock? It takes one hour to move from one point to the other. I could never dare to sit on that sofa without you. I have been watching that Russian news channel for last one month, that you tuned unintentionally while leaving the room, in spite of failing to grasp even a single word of it. I haven’t sent pillow covers out for laundry, how could I? Those have your smell, the best smell in the universe. That curtain, you folded that night? Still remain unsullied. You loved the freshness of that single flower outside the window. Go there and delve into whole garden pervaded with the flowers of that kind. There is not a single day I didn’t take care of them, yet failed to make them look fresh. I have bought a new laptop. How could I let anyone touch the keyboard that you once used to type your name on my previous machine.
Remember that blue coat with golden buttons, you said, suits me? There are ten more like that in my wardrobe. It was cold outside that night and you were sneezing. I had hard time finding a tissue that irritated you. I have a dozen of tissue boxes in that lower cabin now. I have complete collection of your favorite writer, Jane Austen. Even your hair, I found stuck in my headphones, is more talkative than you. Your hair clip and eyeliner, you put that night, are still placed here on the side table…
Hey mister, where you lost? I asked, how are you?
I am fine.
I’m not fine. Everything around, keeps on talking about you all the time. Do you see that longest and fastest hand of clock? It takes one hour to move from one point to the other. I could never dare to sit on that sofa without you. I have been watching that Russian news channel for last one month, that you tuned unintentionally while leaving the room, in spite of failing to grasp even a single word of it. I haven’t sent pillow covers out for laundry, how could I? Those have your smell, the best smell in the universe. That curtain, you folded that night? Still remain unsullied. You loved the freshness of that single flower outside the window. Go there and delve into whole garden pervaded with the flowers of that kind. There is not a single day I didn’t take care of them, yet failed to make them look fresh. I have bought a new laptop. How could I let anyone touch the keyboard that you once used to type your name on my previous machine.
Remember that blue coat with golden buttons, you said, suits me? There are ten more like that in my wardrobe. It was cold outside that night and you were sneezing. I had hard time finding a tissue that irritated you. I have a dozen of tissue boxes in that lower cabin now. I have complete collection of your favorite writer, Jane Austen. Even your hair, I found stuck in my headphones, is more talkative than you. Your hair clip and eyeliner, you put that night, are still placed here on the side table…
Hey mister, where you lost? I asked, how are you?
I am fine.
