KARIGARS

We have become perfect ideas for each other
Finely sculpted reminiscences –
Karigars – we carve recollections, working on details
The petals on your black skirt
The scent in your hair
Thirsty edible evenings that changed their shade of rose
Engraving them with ‘What ifs’ and ‘If Only’
Knowing –
we’ll have to chisel it some more till it fills up those nine hours
The next day and the day after that
Which the ungrateful rain cleans up
Like a waiter cleaning the table
Finding it hard to remember each day –
what to remember next.
At times when –
‘When’ becomes more of a tinted photograph
on the walls of time
than a question I had asked you the last time.