Paintings Of Her
I flip through the pages of my notebook,
looking for a list of paintings
that this woman
with short hair and style
once told me about.
But,
after much of flipping
through the pages
containing letters, notes, drawings, poems, scribbles, and more,
I realise:
I cannot find it.
Instead,
I come across my name,
and hers,
written in Malayalam.
Paintings of her,
by her –
her hands,
on my paper,
and by my pen.
And that is all that
she has left me with.