I saw you. You had uploaded us on your gram. Like you used to.
Not anymore though. You are not that active there now.
1st post:
We are cutting our reception cake. Small gathering. No parents. Just you and me.
Looks like we are the generic doctors we never wanted to be. But, happy.
No politics. No public. No scrutiny. No flash lights. No noes. No extremes.
Just you and me in all the pictures. You got a bob cut. I do not seem to mind.
2nd post:
We bought a house. Our own house. Kinda similar to your own.
The paint was yellow. The soil was red. It had a backyard. No lawn though.
Clearly, you took the reins in designing it. You look happy. The balloons are pasted on the windows.
It is summer. June. Just you and me in the house. We probably went down the road to have golgappas afterwards to celebrate.
3rd post:
You finally gave me that title belt. You look happy while giving it. No me in it. Just your selfies.
My POV. I was probably clicking pictures of you while you revealed the belt to me.
It is a tag team title belt. You got me the wrong belt. I do not think I would have minded.
4th post:
And to complete the you I knew, I got you a cat. My final and only lie to you:
I told you the cat was a lost one I arranged for from an orphanage. I bought it.
You play with it. The caption is a deep paragraph about how the cat completes you.
The only post you have with a caption.
5th post:
Is that a child’s feet I see?–
–I wake up. A dream. Nothing more.
No one’s terms. No one won.
Himanshu Chakravarty Sharma / मंच 