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ALMONDS | Avdhi Mehta

Since I was five, I ate five almonds a day To supposedly improve my memory. I stopped after turning eighteen  But even at twenty six, minuscule daily activities bring out the vivid evocation of my love. Solving the daily sudoku  In the morning newspaper,  Flicking the pen in the valley between my fingers, Reminds me of his slender fingers, planting flowers with the magic of intertwining ours together. I open my wardrobe  To take out a blue pleated skirt, And the image of his skyblue eyes Gets painted on my retina. Recalling which, I rapidly blink to control the breaking of a dam. I prepare my breakfast, Toast with a cup of tea Which turns out to be burnt As I was lost in thoughts about, How my brown breakfast  Matched his perfectly tanned cinnamon skin. I see my reflection in the mirror, Admiring how the electrons lost themselves to form the oxidised jhumkas I was wearing,  I recall losing my heart  To form an adorable love story. I thought I needed him, The way I need oxygen, Instead he was the one which left me tarnished, just like my jhumkas. As the day comes to an end, I wrap my fingers around a hot cup of cocoa, the warm sensation soothing my anxious nerves. It reminds me of his arms wrapped around my waist, Comforting me after a long tiring day. I glance outside the window and see the sun bidding goodbye to the sky,  I get a flashback of your farewell. This is where the almonds kick and remind me of a geography fact,  ‘Sun rises in the morning’ And I remember, I’ll have to rise alone, Without my sun kissing me good morning,  While my head rests on a book, The book being my pillow  Instead of his torso. Insta id: inkedwithwords


 
 
 
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