Romance?

A soulful number playing itself out on the radio, and I start to think about my reactions to the same over time. It would have made me feel dreamy, inducing a dull kind of ache deep down, an extreme urgency to be in your zone...somehow. I would have placed a phone call across distances of the mind and the road, just to cut through the clutter of life and to reach out to you, just you and me on the wire. even your ‘I am busy’, curt but not impersonal, would have sufficed. No, not really, but..and I would be left wondering to myself, do you sometimes feel this way, if at all? Are you at times, irrational, dil phaink, in the moment and not anywhere else and then sometimes, somewhere else except where you are…well, maybe not. And that would bother me somehow..

But now, I hear that soulful number play out on the radio just when I have some time, a few snatched moments to myself and my heart, it takes a small leap of joy, an imaginary hi-five of the mind…and then I go back to my list of to-dos…the music in the background is tugging at me, trying to tell me something, to stop me in my tracks, calling out to me, ‘care for a dance with me?’,  it beckons. I stop short, try and recollect the next line of the song to hum along, make a mental note of wanting to tell you that I heard that amazing number today…and I move on. Back to my tracks, a minor deviation of the mind, a little tripping of the heart and its back to business as usual with no subtext of he loves me, he loves me not. But romantic all the same. It makes me think of you, admist all the clutter of life, the waiting for you at the end of the day grows deeper, denser and I reach out to you…

Wishing you were here with me…