One day.

There will be a house. A house on hills. Not a very fancy one, but a small one. Big enough to fit in a bed beside a long window, a kitchen and a garden outside. There will be curtains all around the house. White , embroidered curtains, so that when the sun comes in, it fills the floors with shadows of different shapes. I ll sit there in the afternoon, gazing at the sun and thinking how beautiful it makes my house look. I ll click a picture or two, with the flowers in my garden, the bright green grass with the dead leaves and broken petals fallen on them. There will be a bookshelf, filled with books. I ll have time then, i ll read and re read all the books I love. And there will be a little corner in my house, the cosy one, the one corner which makes one feel safe and protected. The one where I ll sit on those rainy days with a heavy heart listening to Chopin with a cup of black tea mixed with a tinge of ginger and no sugar. 

But there will be a part in the house, left untouched and empty with two chairs ,a tea table and a small window from where I could see the city on hills , lighted up like fire flies when the Sun goes down. That space will be kept for you. I ll keep a handkerchief, with your initials embroidered on it, and I ll keep the Cologne which you used, to feel your presence around. I ll sit there sometimes, with a cup of coffee, just the way you liked and may be I ll order a pizza from Domino's with a cheese dip and have it with ketchup, just how you like it. I ll keep an old tape where I ll listen to all those songs which you liked and which we used to sing together. But there will be no picture of you, or us. There will be pictures of places we visited, of the lanes we walked together and of the food we ate.Sometimes I would remember the times when I used to rest my head on your shoulder and was surrounded by your arms, making me feel safe, the only time when I didn't want to feel strong, but just wanted to feel loved and comforted and vulnerable, wanted to feel you.   But I won't see your face, or listen to your voice, coz my heart will ache for it has been so empty for so long and my emotions for you are too heavy. Too heavy for the glass walls that surrounds my heart, too fragile. But you will always be there, in that corner of my house, maybe somewhere in my heart too, the part I try to avoid, and I ll wish you are safe, and happy and loved. I ll wish for you the best.