One day I’ll forget how your first step in
preparing for a road trip was setting up a decent playlist.
One day I’ll forget that I was the only one
allowed to mess up your hair.
One day I’ll forget how handsome you looked
in that sherwani.
One day I’ll forget our first ever phone
conversation.
One day I’ll forget how excited you’d get
by my domestic accomplishments.
One day I’ll forget how you made me listen
to Dream Theatre for two continuous hours.
One day I’ll forget how long you’d take in
the shower.
One day I’ll forget our mad dashes to
Corner House for Death by Chocolate.
One day I’ll forget how we laughed
uncontrollably that one night we got lost and missed our exit for the third
time.
One day I’ll forget how silky your hair
was.
One day I’ll forget that day when you were
working from home and I called to ask you to buy curry leaves. It was a hot day
so you bought Sprite. You decorated the dining table with the curry leaves,
Sprite, and my favourite chocolate. And in the centre was the Bulgari perfume I
had wanted for the longest time but didn’t ask because I thought it was too
expensive.
One day I’ll forget how you’d stand in that
S-shaped slouch.
One day I’ll forget how we both wore black
and listened to old DT songs that day Mike Portnoy left Dream Theatre.
One day I’ll forget how much you laughed
when you found that hideous dragon t-shirt of yours I was trying to hide in the
lower shelves of your cupboard.
One day I’ll forget how you’d watch the
Kardashian show with me even though you hated it.
One day I’ll forget how your eyes curved
upwards at the ends, just a little, like your mother’s.
One day I’ll forget how much you loved that
electronic drum kit and how frustrated you’d get with the lag.
One day I’ll forget how much fun it was to
go grocery shopping with you.
One day I’ll forget how good you always
smelled. Like a combination of soap, deo, hair gel, Chapstick and that perfume
I got you for Christmas.
One day I’ll forget your tiny, tiny canine
tooth that made your smile so perfect.
One day I’ll forget how we watched Pink
Panther on your phone that Christmas in Pune, huddled on the most uncomfortable
metal beds ever.
One day I’ll forget how you always carried
Chapstick in your shirt pocket.
One day I’ll forget how much you laughed at
my ‘Kabootar’ story.
One day I’ll forget how we’d slow dance to
Foo Fighters.
One day I’ll forget how you pretended to be
surprised with the birthday cake I baked at 6 that morning.
One day I’ll forget how we’d always forget
to take sweaters to the airport and then huddle together for warmth.
One day I’ll forget how you always made the
best tea and Nutella sandwiches.
One day I’ll forget how you believed that I
could do anything.
One day I’ll forget how much you loved me.
One day I’ll forget how much I loved you.
But not today.
Not today.