Tears

The car moves smoothly over the gravelled road. Tired of the air conditioned comfort, I roll down the windows to let the breeze touch my face.

As I keep driving, I suddenly realize the wetness on my cheeks and I ask myself what made these rascal tears to tease my senses. I thought this was funny. I should not be having tears in my eyes. Nothing has happened. There is no sad news that I have learnt, there has been no accidents, mishaps, quarrels, break ups...nothing that warrants such a generous stream of salt laced water to flow down my eyes. Neither is my contact lenses playing up.

I did not get any answer. Just saw your handsome smile, remembered your deep gaze...for a moment, I imagined you laying your hand on my head...like you did when I was upset. It was comforting, but it brought a fresh flow of those wretched tears...

Although you are not with me, I hear your voice calling out to me....

I don't know what made me cry, but I kept driving, trying to blow dry my eyes and soothe my aching heart...

It still hurts.

Don't know why....