What shall I bring you from the far far-away land?
What?
I asked. “What shall I bring you from the far far-away land?”
You are going there? When?
Soon. Very soon.
Can I come?
Umm…would you know it when you saw it?
Would you?
No.
Alright. How do you go there?
There’s a winding road. And one has to walk or fly or swim. That’s all I know.
Swim? On a road?
Yeah, it’s a funny road.
Okay. I’m coming with you.
Please don’t.
Why not?
There’s a charm in returning for someone and knowing that someone is waiting. It’s an old charm. But there’s also a magic in knowing that I will return for you…and…never really return. It somehow extends the horizons.
Like the horizon extends when you lie on your back on a green field on a cloudy day?
Yes. But vaster than that. Besides I want to bring something back for you.
I don’t want anything. And how will you bring anything back when you say you shall never return?
That would make the wait all the better for you, don’t you see? There would be something to look forward to everyday. Every morning you wake up, you will look for me, the afternoon will be dreary and gloomy I know, but the night shall fill you with anticipation once again. And I will return someday, you’ll see.
Are you this cryptic with everyone?
No. With them I talk of puppies, temples of Madurai and bitter chocolates.
I am honoured!!!
But tell me, what do you want me to get for you?
Nothing. Just come back.
There must be something.
Yes.
What?
An end to my wait.
Are you quite sure?
More than ever.
Okay. But that will end a lot of things too. Your love for instance. Or my value. I don’t like conclusions.
Nothing will end other than my wait, I promise.
:).I will write to you.
Oh no! Don’t. The postal system is horrible here.
There’s a charm in reading old, lost letters that after many days of sunshine and rain, dirty mailbags and all sorts of fingers reach the right address.
Every weird thing has a charm for you?
Not quite. I don’t find that goatee-d, auburn haired rapper friend of yours charming. Nor Mr.Reshammiya. But every little every-day phenomenon that people love to hate appeals to me.
Are you trying to be Romantic?
No. Only truthful.
I give up. When you go, let me know.
It rhymes! Delightful!
Will you?
No. I don’t think I’ll have time.
I expected so.
I never denied that you know me better than I myself do. I adore you.
I wish I could say I don’t. Bye.
Bye.

This is entirely fictitious and totally impersonal.