Day 415

The winter is here but autumn is reluctant to leave. It is lingering around in the fog surrounding the skeletons of trees, playing hide and seek with winter.
Another season has come and gone.
This is the first autumn that Saagar has missed.
Wonder what the weather is like where he is.
Does he get to play cricket matches and show off his fast bowling? (Should be fabulous after the many videos we shot of him perfecting his bowling action last summer.)
Has he made new friends to have a laugh with, play table tennis with and watch ‘Friends’ with?
Does he still secretly aspire to be Doctor House from ‘House’?
Could he be catching up with some of our old friends or learning Punjabi from his great-grandmother?
Is there a new band he drums for? Wonder if he likes the drum-kit. Is the double pedal good enough for him?
Is there a good gym there? Wonder if he can still dead-lift 140 kilos.
Wonder what the food is like?
Does he get to practice his French and Arabic?
Does he have a new wardrobe? Are there any pretty girls around?
Does he sometimes beam down to the earth and watch what’s going on?
Is he watching out for his friends and me?

Has he forgiven me for being so ignorant.
Or is it a place where none of this matters.
I wish he would beam me up.

“There’s a whole n’other conversation going on.
In a parallel universe.
Where nothing breaks and nothing hurts.
There’s a waltz playing frozen in time.
Blades of grass on tiny bare feet.
I look at you and you’re looking at me.

Could you beam me up?
Give me a minute, I don’t know what I’d say in it.
I’d probably just stare,
Happy just to be there holding your face.
Beam me up.
Let me be lighter, tired of being a fighter.
I think, a minute’s enough.
Just beam me up.

Some black birds soaring in the sky.
Barely a breath I caught one last sight.
Tell me that was you, saying goodbye.
There are times I feel the shiver and cold.
It only happens when I’m on my own.
That’s how you tell me I’m not alone.

In my head, I see your baby blues.
I hear your voice and I,
I break in two and now there’s one of me with you.
So when I need you can I send you a sign?
I’ll burn a candle and turn off the lights.
I’ll pick a star and watch you shine.

Could you beam me up?
Give me a minute,
I don’t know what I’d say in it.
I’d probably just stare,
Happy just to be there holding your face.
Beam me up.
Let me be lighter, tired of being a fighter.
I think, a minute’s enough.
Just beam me up.
Could you beam me up?

-By Pink

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