Theory of Relativity

The other day when I met Einstein,

We had a chat over how I took my girl out for dinner and some wine.

He listened to me carefully before telling me about his new theory of relativity,

And I said, ‘Dude, I know I have been experiencing that from like eternity.

Every time when I meet my girl and she looks at me through those deep brown eyes,

Even an hour spent with that love of mine seems like a flying minute.

But If I were to sit naked on a hot pan, even a minute would feel like an hour with every second my ass burning in it.

Further I told him, “My friend, this whole world is a relative concept.

We all are a part of it and we don’t even know it.”

Just the way, when they say that Nagpur is bad. It’s dry, it’s barren and blazing heat you’ll find there plentiful.

But you know something Einstein? With her around, even the scorching summer of Nagpur seemed so beautiful.

One night at Nagpur, she said, “Go, go back to your block now or else everyone will know it.”

I gently whispered, “Sweetheart, it’s 3 am. We are walking beyond the football field. How could anyone even see it?

They are busy with their stupid assignments, late night parties and those mundane fights.

It’s just you and me, darling and I simply long for more of these golden Sunlight-drenched days and deep blue starlit nights.”

Einstein finally raised his glasses now and with curiosity filled eyes he said,

“Who is this ‘she’ that you went on a walk with, spent the sweet summer and took out on a date?”

I smiled at the genius saying, “Einstein my friend, you didn’t understand your own theory.
For me, ‘she’ is a relative concept.



I recently met her, in fact I spoke to her after almost ten years. The last time we spoke was back in our school time. And this time, well this time it was at her wedding.

I was just sitting on the chair surrounded with several other guests, all waiting for the bride and groom to walk up to the stage. Then she came – wearing a traditional deep blue coloured sari with her long black hair resting on it. I wasn’t used to seeing her like that. I always thought of her as wearing that light green frock and with her short hair tied up with bright pink ribbons.
She used to stay just next to my house that time. We used to always spend more time fighting than playing together. But one thing for sure, we just couldn’t do without each other. I tried to recall why we had even stopped talking. As far as I could remember, we were playing a game of cards the other day and as usual we just couldn’t decide upon the winner. The fight went on for days and after that her family moved out. And that was it. “I wish I wouldn’t have cheated, she was the winner” I thought when I saw her completing wedding formalities on the stage.

When the actual ceremony was over and there was only little rush on the stage, I went up.
“Hi!” we both greeted each other. I almost don’t remember whether I even congratulated her husband. The photographer asked all of us to pose for a photo together. I stood next to her.

“It was me!” we both said at once.

“What?” she said.

“It was me who cheated. It was totally your game” I said softly to her.

In reply she just smiled, still looking straight at the photographer.

“CLICK” the camera did the work.

“Was a nice game, Piyush. It always was!” she said to me while I left the stage…

Two of them

Two of them would sit together,
hum their favourite song as they stroll around the old path,
share a chaai at the cafe on the corner,
tire the sun and send him down the sky with their long talks.
‘friends’ as they would call each other and shrugg off the rumours that people talked about,
did it not occur to them about the strange connection they had?
through her sweet smile and every time as he touched her hand.
seconds moved away with the dust,
hour hand cirlced the clock fast,
and the pages of calender turned around.
she decided to leave the small town and he stayed back.
‘we all have to follow our path’ was what she said,
as their eyes met and shared a cold goodbye.
days turned into months, and with years passing they fell more apart,
‘she may not come back’ they were telling him now..
‘honey come fast, I’m waiting’ said the girl on the bed beside him,
he finished the poem, gently put the pen down and
once more thought of that sweet smile that never once faded in his heart…