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Aishwarya Javalgekar
Aishwarya Javalgekar

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I wish we could
touch hands, touch faces but
these months apart you are cold to the touch
metallic in taste, you gleam silver 
and sometimes speak in code,
vibgyor lines lighting up your face,
bursts of static 
the silences that would fill our days.
I can’t hear you
when you say you love me. 
There’s a network issue
when I ask if we can speak again. 
me from a distance.
The sparks we create 
might burn our smiles away. 
We dance to the tune of time. 
We wait for the other to break.
i was awake when we met
since then
i have fallen deep
into slumber
i was awake when we met that one time 
or was it twice? we talked all night
in a deserted park
or a windy street
or on the phone
or in your car
or in my bed
right before
i drifted off
into endless restless nothingness
you sound so far away when you call my name
or maybe you’re whispering right into my ear
your sleepy breath warming up my cheek
or maybe you’re kissing it
like you did
when we met that one time
when i was awake.
what if we met before the world fell apart?
I’m trapped in a tower but I’m not alone.
I’m trapped with people I love—grudgingly, deeply, unconditionally.
I’m trapped in a tower with people who know me the least. 
People who are unaware of my grand adventures and great loves or what I love or who I love.
People who don’t know that this poem exists. That I’m here. In this tower. Being the opposite of everything I want to be.
If I have many selves, this is the worst one. 
Is self-editing worse than self-isolation?
But being trapped by myself would probably be worse—sometimes my mind falls into valleys of regret and pools of despair, and is rarely kind to my body and heart.
Yes, I’m trapped in this tower of hurt and shame and anger and fear of what the future holds.
But at least I’m not alone.
We bundle into the car in our traditional outfits. 
Scattering your ashes is a road trip.
I watch the empty city slowly coming back to life. 
I imagine a longer road trip.
The four of us are driving down to Kumta.
The village you were born in. The village you always wanted to revisit. 
A car ride would take 13 hours and 4 minutes with no traffic, a quick Google search tells me.
But it will have to be extended for the sake of this movie.
Maybe we take a wrong turn and end up in the middle of nowhere, forced to sleep in the car or take refuge in a small hut. 
Not an abandoned mansion, this is not a horror movie.
Maybe we meet someone along the way. 
Someone who inspires us and helps us see the rut of repetitive patterns we’re stuck in. 
Preferably not a woman, or at least not a manic pixie dream girl. 
I won’t allow that in my movie.
One of us finally figures out what career they want to pursue.
One of us finds love with the non-manic pixie dream girl character. This will be me. I don’t make the rules.
One of us makes peace with being alone.
One of us decides they are better off in Kumta and quits their high-paying job to open a small farm and live a tech-free life.
All of us mourn your loss.
We finally reach Kumta and visit your childhood home.
Strangers live in it now but they welcome us inside.
We see the mango tree you once climbed. We submerge your ashes in a water body. (note: location research required)
We imagine a world where you are happy. 
If there is a heaven, maybe yours looks like this. I have a crisis of faith but that’s a loose end left unresolved. 
The movie ends with the road trip. 
There is nothing beyond the road trip.


Issue 94 (Nov-Dec 2020)

feature Love in the Pandemic
    • Annapurna Sharma A: Editorial Reflections
    • Anushree Bose: Self-care & Couple-care amidst Covid-19
    • Bhaskar Lama: Aesthetics to Teleology – Literature in the time of COVID19
    • Debanjan Banerjee: Love, Covid-19 & Everything that lies in between
    • Mayank Rai and Debanjan Banerjee: Words of Confession – during the Pandemic
    • Sudipa Mondal: To Survive is to Love – Discovering Myriad Loves in Critical Times
    • Annapurna Sharma A: In Conversation with Nandini Raman
    • Annapurna Sharma A: In Conversation with Siddhartha Gigoo
    • Chirantana Mathkari: In Conversation with Dr. Supriya Yadav
    • Srikala Ganapathy: Conversations about Love
    • Betty Oldmeadow: Love-The Ultimate Panacea
    • Glory Sasikala: Love without boundaries
    • Marsha Warren Mittman: Kota Nai Nai
    • Murli Melwani: Picking up the old threads
    • Nadia Jesmine Rahman: Terrace stories
    • Sat Paul Goyal: Pursuit of Love and Hope in the Corona virus Pandemic
    • Supriya Rakesh: Fire Therapy
    • Abhijit Chaki: A Complicated Thing to Explain
    • Amita Ray: The Joy of Giving
    • Annapurna Sharma A: Mea Culpa – a cup of cardamom love
    • Anuradha Bhattacharyya: Ex Connection
    • Anuradha Mazumdar: The Homecoming
    • Apparaju NagaJyoti: Granny’s word, the golden way
    • Carrie Beverly: Alone, Together
    • Chirantana Mathkari: Adopting Aru
    • Meenakshi Shivram: Oil and Wick
    • Nighat Gandhi: Safar-E-Ishq – Pilgrimage of Love
    • PV Sesharatnam: On Our Trail…
    • Ram Govardhan: A Blessing in Disguise
    • Rekha Valliappan: The Home-Coming
    • Rupkatha Bhowmick: A Greater Love
    • Sacaria Joseph: The Bobby-Betty Album
    • Samya Senaratne: fait accompli
    • Samya Senaratne: Life finds a Way
    • Sangeeta Das: Who will blow my Birthday Candles?
    • Shubhashish Kerketta: It’s all about re-finding love
    • Sobia Abdin: Difficult Times
    • Sonam Sahoo: A Lifetime of Love
    • Sravani Saha: Lost Brotherhood
    • Srikar Reddy: But, The Hug
    • Sunil Sharma: The Rainbow of Love
    • Tanvi Chowdhary: 20504-20503
    • Aishwarya Javalgekar
    • Anushree Bose
    • Barnali Sikder
    • Cherime Sangma
    • Debayan Deb Barman
    • Dhee Sankar
    • Frank Joussen
    • Kashiana Singh
    • Lipsa Mohapatra
    • Mahathi
    • Mandakini Bhattacherya
    • Marsha Warren Mittman
    • Rupkatha Bhowmick
    • Sarita Singh
    • Semeen Ali
    • Shuvam Dewanjee
    • Shweta Mishra
    • Sreetanwi Chakraborty
    • Tina Jose
    • Vinita Agrawal
    • Annapurna Sharma A: The Day before Today – Lockdown Stories
    • Giti Tyagi: A Bend in Time