Beyond wishes
Nivedita and I will dance to the songs we like. I will tell her I can't dance, yet our hands will find each other and we will giggle and dance (read, attempt to dance). Nivedita and I will run at places we like. She will tell me her feet got cramped, yet our hands will find each other and we will giggle and race like no tomorrow. It has been three years now since we have learnt to live far apart from each other. Before she went to Bangladesh, we were both scared. Not because we'd forget each other, but because the circumstances would be different and we'd be pushed through difficult times. The time difference wasn't weird but the distance was. Nivedita wrote to me then that she was scared of all that was going to change. How she wouldn't be with Nikita for years, how she and I would be meeting different people and growing up in our own ways. I was bracing myself for the numb days, my guard was building up. The first couple months, I got through with calculate...