Faiza - Me and my Memories of You!

THE STRANGER
The stranger,
With his voice so sweet
Making my heart beat faster
The stranger,
With his heart so pure
Making my thoughts clear
The stranger,
With his beautiful eyes
Looking at me n making me feel beautiful
The stranger,
With his soft touch
Making me feel like a rose

The stranger,
With his selfless love
Making me think of living once again
The stranger,
With his unfailing strength
Making me feel like I can do anything
The stranger,
Loving me for what I am
Making me feel perfect
I wait for the day when I meet him
Make the stranger my life.
—- Faiza

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She opened her eyes it was 5:00 am.she tried to remember where she was, checked her surroundings. It was her bedroom. And she had been dreaming. She looked at her hands, peeped inside the sheet to see herself wearing her night clothes. The dream was so real, she wanted to go back to sleep and continue watching it. Yes, she had dreamt of him again. and it was so real, she could almost feel his touch on her hands. She was at a party all dressed up although now she dis not remember whose party it was (since dreams are so unexplainable), she was chatting with the host (she could not recollect who it was) and he said please check out the food counter for me and see if everything was in place. It was a big hall all decorated with beautiful lights and flowers, some instrumental music was playing softly in the background (not loud like the usual Indian weddings). She moved towards the food counter. It was a big counter with a number of dishes aligned in a semi circle and chairs and tables in between for the guests to sit and eat, and easily access the counters for a refill of their favorite dish. She moved towards from the right side of the semi-circle because there were fewer people there. She slowly walked past each of the counter, checking the details silently. At the end, she reached the washbasin, the tap was open, but there was no water, she went to the nearest counter and grabbed a jug full of water to keep it there until the washbasin tank is refilled. As she approached the washbasin to place the jug, there he was checking the waterless tap, and wondering what to do. She looked at him and blinked, she could not believe her eyes, she wanted to run into his arms the moment she saw him, but all she did was give a small smile and gesture towards the basin with the jug. She poured water on his hands, watching his long fingers, his watch, his bracelet, it was the same she had gifted him. Then, she noticed the marks on his hands, the nerves on his hands were swollen and dark green, "what happened?" she asked touching them softly with her right hand, while she poured water with her left. “It’s due to the work that I do.", he said. Then she turned his hands and saw his palms, they were all calloused and bruised. She felt like crying for him. She wanted to say something, but the words just stopped at her choking throat. She kept a smiling face with teary eyes; slowly she caressed the bruises on his palms and the back of his hands. Suddenly someone called her name. After the third or the fourth time her name was called She turned away to see who it was. And turned back to say "I'll be back in a mome....". There was no one in front of her, the jug was empty of its contents. She looked towards the door and saw him leaving, she kept looking at him, and just before he completely left he turned around and gave her a flying kiss with first two fingers on his lips quietly smiling, like he usually did whenever they parted. She was about to call his name but found she had no voice. At that very moment, someone pushed her from behind, she jerked and all of a sudden, she was in her bedroom. She tried hard to sleep again and get the dream back, she wanted to run after him, follow him and walk away with him to wherever he took her. But like reality, even her dreams were cruel these days. She laid back and closed her eyes, it was never difficult for her to imagine him. But today she felt as if she had really met him, really seen him. Touched his hands. She quietly prayed for him to be okay. She closed her eyes and whispered "I love you, Jaanu", drifting back to sleep again.

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