That Black T-shirt, That Guy

There was a time when I first fell in love or thought I had fallen in love with someone who loved me back. Memories of those days come to me very oddly, at random points of time, at work, in sleep albeit very very infrequently.

Not much is remembered now. Most of the colourful pieces have been tucked away, some even conveniently forgotten.

A few come and go.

A high court of justice, long black robes, weird men, corridors.

Early morning trysts, a rainy day and Chinese food. Two people crammed under one umbrella. Lemon tea, the beer bottle man, an old man with a story of his life.

A cap and a history and a happy swine-flu outbreak. Drawing straight lines in a hospital canteen.

Forgetting classes. 

That guy

That black round-necked T-shirt

That first visit to a certain house.

Certain things that never come back again, are perhaps meant just that way.