Blue

I think we stare at each other, because we can’t fathom this :
There’s a you, and
There’s an I,
And you and I are together. We are two people who are together, and
We can bet our night’s sleep that that has never happened in the world before.

I have infinite tenderness for all things blue,
And you are my bluest darling.
When you are in a different city, away,
It rains all the time there,
Will you hold the blue drops of rain that fall from your window sill, in clay cups, for me?
I will paint all surfaces in my room blue with all the love letters I write to you.

I want to slurp maggi with you from china bowls.
In the end, we’ll taste the cheese on each other’s lips because
You have never tasted cheese maggi before and I find myself gazing at the wonder in your tiny eyes when we kiss.

I point out how your hair sticks up in weird places allover your head,
and touch my ankles with yours.
They do not really touch, but I will really do anything to make you laugh.

I will make a long list of every blue thing in the world that my eyes point out for me, for the next time you sit at your desk, back home.
They will include, the most intimate things.
The small towel I hang by my bed for no reason at all,
the blue beady bangle I bought from the sale,
a blue saree that I tore and cried and then video called you in the middle of the night to tell you of my misery,
a blue flower I found growing in the mountains that I didn’t click a snap of,
It will include the most intimate things.

In the end, I will scribble your name :
my bluest darling.

― D.