Time travel

It’s 1970, I hear Gulabi Aankhen on the radio and put on my bell bottoms, as I move quietly to find you waiting outside the house, ‘we’re going together’ to the town fair.
It’s 2020, my phone notification reads, I’m waiting downstairs, we’re going to the fort.
It’s 1980, it’s raining outside, on the road side Ek Hasina Thi Ek Diwana tha plays as we walk home from after the premiere of When Harry met Sally.
It’s 2019, and we’re deciding what to watch, we cringe at When Harry met Sejal and watch Ghoul instead in the library as it rains outside, and I hold your hand as we watch Ghoul, it’s the second time I’ve held your hand.
It’s 1990, and we’re obsessed with leather, we go around, when I’m home I listen to Pehla Nasha, in hopes of what could’ve been, and dreaming about being with you.
It’s 2018, and I’ve just introduced myself, maybe a little too loud and the only way I flirt is by stealing your watch. It’s the first time I met you, and I try my hardest not to let you see this side of me.
2000,2001,2002,2003,2004,2005,2006,2007,2008,2009,2010,2011,2012,2013,2014,2015,2016,2017.
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Aristophanes says,”Love is born into every human being; it calls back the halves of our original nature together; it tries to make one out of two and heal the wound of human nature. Each of us, then, is a ‘matching half’ of a human whole…and each of us is always seeking the half that matches him”