MINUSCULE MEMOIRS

paanch

five | known strangers

'how do we know each other?'

'maybe from another life'

a life where you would be the bread earner and me? I would be the homemaker with our little world fitted inside our one-storeyed vintage style house in a small town

a backyard with freshly cut grass and marigolds and sadabahar-s lining the small garden in front, the smell of petrichor fresh in the mid-September air

an outdoor tea table where I would wait for you every evening with a jug of chrysanthemum tea and your favorite nankhatai squares

you would return home when the birds in the evening bid adieu, clad in work clothes, smelling usual with sweat mixed in with your musky scent that I like to sniff while resting in your warm embrace

then we would share a passionate kiss ending the day with you sharing your office happenings and me listening intently,
trying to piece together each information just to be part of your other world that I am not a part of because I want to be a part of your every world, while sipping on chrysanthemum tea and watching the sunset

but that's in another life, for we are strangers in this one

strangers who were lovers once

runahem

author : i don't like giving my characters any specific gender while writing about love because we all know love is beyond all. i agree there are people including myself who don't believe in love being in real life but it can be because we might never have experienced it. who knows ;)