And the possessive me

 A very rational mind. Practical by all means. Time-tested. Jealousy, possessiveness.  Well , well, I’d never be a part of them. Or so I wanted to believe. And then happened the weirdness.

Red road. Lined by thick trees. Cars zooming past like some tech savvy monster. I walk along the pavement, my hands entwined in yours. My eyes meeting you occasionally. You are smiling at me. Pausing at every step where the sky looks molten gold. A canvas across the universe- something the posh Kolkata crowd, headed towards its usual business, is totally unaware of. The casual entwining becomes intense. Your finger converses with mine. Our eyes in unison look up. It’s a candy floss twilight. Bathing Kolkata- the enigma! Shadows melted into one. Kolkata, Red road, surreal sky, the silent trees, bristling breeze- all waited to engulf us. 

Suddenly you took a detour. Forsaking my fingers you stared at a tree. You were spell bound. She was drooping over you. Caressing you with its brilliant warmth. Soon Kolkata, I, and the sky became nothing but an extended shadow of that superlative tree. Something stung me from within. I wanted to be that tree. I wanted to stoop on you. And Kiss the Kolkata dust- making you proud. My hair got ruffled by a mocking wind. I turned to see the sun had just plunged into the horizon. 

Dark, cozy, eerie. You came back. I was not looking at you. My attempts of covering myself in Kolkata’s bosom were failing each time. I was scared. For the first time even my city could not soothe my void. You placed your hand on my shoulder and told me- you breathe Kolkata through me. You saw how I became that tree. Some illogical emotion trickled down my eyes. It’s sunset in Kolkata. My city…that just taught me to be fiercely possessive and yet feel so liberated. It’s time to stroll back. This time fingers did not entwine- because Kolkata decided to entwine our souls.