The End of the Road

I guess I'll never be the same again.
A cherished and meaningful relationship has come to a end.

It was so mutual. I would take good care of her, and she would take good care of me, through the unbridled satisfaction and pleasure that she would always give me.

Everytime I just saw her, or went near her, I was always, without exception, filled with a sense of satisfaction and pride. Be it when I was leaving home in the morning to work, or when I finish a long day at work, and I'm winding up.

It just didnt work baby. I hope you forgive me.
A break up is always hard, and even harder to do so, when you are in love with the other. I was so in love with you precious, I couldnt really tell.
Even without you realizing it, you started giving me trouble, and almost as selfish as most people are, I had to think of my own interests. I had to look at the future, and where would we be in about 3 to 5 years, and it wasnt a rosy picture.

So, Quit While You are Ahead, they say, and I kinda did that. Though it was with a very heavy heart.

And to think, I did it, and got someone in your place immediately, is even harder on you.

Rest assured baby, the new one can never be as special as you. As all first loves go, you will always be special, no matter what. And I like the new girl, may love her later, but I'm not in love with her, and even if I just happen to, it'll not be as special as you.

Looking at you, when I was driving away, was one of the hardest things in my life. I was so tempted to reach over and touch you, but I had to behave myself in public.

And it's hard to think that you will belong to somebody else one day, and it's not an easy thought for a guy. But I sincerely hope, you will be treated with the same love, respect and affection that you got from me.

And I wanted to get it over with, as it wasnt too pleasant. Which is why, I gave your keys to the dealer, without any drama.

You were my pride and joy.
You were a stamp of my identity.
And you are the first car, I fell in love with.
You were my own Mitsubishi Eclipse.

Home....

Waking up to the Suprabatham, and sunshine on my face,
The crinkling of a freshly printed The Hindu
And the milkman going 'Amma! Paal'!
Sipping hot filter coffee, at my own leisurely pace.

A warm bath with a bucket and a jug,
Four hot idlies for breakfast,
And some hot fresh tea,
Served in my favorite mug.

Salaams to my folks, and I'm on my way,
A hop on the bike, and a short ride later,
Stop at the corner store,
For the first cig of the day.

The pleasure of the wind on my face
A cycle here, an old lady there,
A gap between that bus and the car
Will I make it there? This challenge I must take.

A rush of blood, shift to 3rd gear,
A twist here, a wiggle there,
Mindful, and watchful, and a little bit of fear,
A subtle shift in body weight, and I'm almost there.

The get togethers at home for Eid,
With the whole family around.
The smell of fresh Jasmine,
New clothes, Biryani, and guests abound.

An evening ride to the Marina Beach,
Sitting by the water, I can almost reach.
The sight and sound of the waves,
Soothing, relaxing, in every possible way.

The air is thick with nostlagia,
The little pleasures of home, that I miss..
But truth be told,
Fortunate, I am,
To have experienced this bliss.