what i didn't do

I didn't use the photo of you, my footprints and the camera. It was to be the centre-piece of the exhibition, a very small print, almost missable. In the end, I didn't use it.

I didn't think of you for three or four days in a row. Only now that Amma is away and I think of how her not being around is exactly like your not being around - one day both of you will return.

It's been a year and five months: I didn't count. (Though on the 3rd I did, realising also that it was a Thursday).

Nothing feels as acute anymore; only, perhaps, the betrayal of such a moving on.