Adieu...

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Unnoticed, perhaps half forgotten…he stays. Within me. In happiness and health. In sadness and frustration. In hook-ups and break-ups. And occasionally, even in suicidal thoughts.

I have lost count of the years…the first conversation…my first experience of ‘being glued to the computer screen’. When laptop was a prized possession…my profile…even more.

Word-waves walked away to lose its way in the sun.
Words mean ‘ME’!
Well…you can say… I am the distance between your home and the world outside…
the sound of throwing a pebble in the water…
That’s “ME”.

The ‘me’ he fell for, yearned for, or so I thought. When we weaved a world of ours in there, where we would spend hours knowing each other, defying time and space. But…

Destiny would have it otherwise. Separated in reality, we are still within each other. Sometimes in a smile, sometimes in the tune I hum…sometimes in the recent visitors list.

We did let go of each other. In parts, we gave ourselves away to the ones who owns us rightfully. Still, a part remains, untouched by any, where he stays.

A friend once advised me “never let anyone touch the core of your soul.” The advice came a little late, when the damage was done.

Unnoticed, perhaps half forgotten…he stays. Till I hear I need to let go of the little bit that’s left in cyber space.


Adieu…Orkut. Adieu…my soul-stirrer. 

Till I find newer ways to love you....

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