Tour-Detour #BlogchatterBlogHop

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 Journal Date: 25/05/25

The DeTour 

This isn't what I planned for today. I had chalked out ideas in my mind to write something else, but the sudden knock at the door slightly distracted me. The pitter-patter of raindrops played a soothing rhythm, a melody very close to my heart. Every time it reminds me of your voice when you recited your poems. Your voice – going up and down in a rhythm, the most cherished music I have ever heard, that created ripples in my steel-cold heart. Every time you looked at me, my heart felt like indulging in a duet with your spoken words. 


The postman came to deliver a letter. A letter that I had been expecting for a long time, once upon a time, but then I erased it from my memory. Was it important? Yes, but when you wait for something for so long, your wait turns to despair at first, and then you slowly adjust to that state of waiting, and you no longer feel the urge to wait around. And the wait gradually gets removed from your mind. I wish I could erase you, just like that, from my mind and my heart.

I am doing things my way and doing my daily chores whenever necessary. But here you are, in my consciousness and subconscious, in my sense and nonsense, all the time, occupying the major chunk of my thought process. Please let me know when I can remove your 24/7 permanent occupancy from my existence. Sometimes, I feel like blaming you for this imbalanced state of my mind. Don't you notice it's struggling?

Journal Date: 24/04/24

The Tour 

Hey, when did you come? Silly me, I did not notice. Actually, I am not at fault here; you arrive so stealthily, just like a thief. Yes, you are a thief who has stolen my mind. Now don't you dare reach my heart. Are you thirsty? Can I get you some coffee? We can discuss the state of our minds over a smoking mug of coffee. It would be quite interesting. Oh, now that you are talking, your words seem to be forming a pearl headband over my shining hair. I want to capture each word inside my mind, forever. Your voice will be etched in my mind. Your sweet voice will sing like the Nightingale inside it. Come, let me capture you and your voice, so that no one can ever erase it from my memory. 

Here you are, choking, grasping, reaching for me for help. But I will not, as I want you and your voice only for me and my mind. If you don't breathe your last now, your voice will reach thousands and win all of their minds. I don't want that. I would never share you with anyone else. I hope you realise how much you mean to me. I am sorry if it hurts you, but believe me, this is the only way you can be mine, permanently. Are you not happy? Imagine you will only talk to me, in my mind, always. 

Location: NIMHANS, Bangalore


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