Where are the lovers? The ones who roamed and flew kisses at each passing nightingale; that one who promised me the movies and stilts on the Valentines. I haven’t seen none and I don’t think one would come, instead i called him last night, in my sleep.
His year began with a cold shower last valentines morning, of course it was February, of course it was cold. For many years he dismissed the day of love by saying saint valentines’s mother was a pagan and did not believe in Christ herself, rather was in love with a tree outside her home. So he, my boyfriend decided to love a tree that stood outside their home. You know trees also have gender right! Also because his mother would rebel of even thinking about going outside, once she was walking on a street, and just when she reached at the centre of a four way, she yelled out loud saying I detest this urban theatre, Every one is a clone of the other. Look a likes, inside outside, kept repeating it till a bird shat on her.
My boy left his mother for a school where he found children crushing and tearing a chit that was given to them to call their parents. Later, one of the parent who was a painter came and looked at the terracotta plant pots and said no. They cannot be done. Twenty five years passed. And then one day, just like that somebody complained to the higher authorities about the school running in the park of a society. The notice came and school was shut. On the closing day school organised a reunion inviting all the ex parents where they served them beer, brownie and a pineapple cake.
Chatterjee came smiling and entered the gate that lead him to an excavated site. It was a mound covered partially by a big black polythene which gave it an abandoned look. People said that this was the first ancient people’s home. So ancient that people used to never wear anything. Not even leaves. The sun was setting, when dasgupta turned he decided to photograph a couple who were passionately kissing. They both wore red, the boy in the pants and girl with a short red skirt looked helpless to go after a point. Yet kept pursuing themselves like two snakes rolling up tightly around each other joined by the mouth.
A new constellation arrived above but in between antelope looking formation and my boy were seen many a satellites controlled by the Chinese; they seemed to be planning something and in not many weeks after that a virus arrived and it is said that society came to an unprecedented halt. Everything went quiet. Even those chimneys that i saw exhuming smoke ever since. The last i saw of my boy was when one night he started walking along a pond like a swag, looking at steps going down in the water. He followed them and reached many miles down under water where he met another man named Insane who was talking about light.
I have been sleeping since. And heard him saying only once when he had come close, so close to my eyes and whispered, I love you.