untouchable - the murmurs

No one can take the place of you

Nobody in the world touches me like you do 

And I know, yes, I know you're untouchable 

And I know, yes, I know you're untouchable

No one knows me like you do 

Nobody comprehends the pain I'm going through

Except you 

But you I know you're untouchable

I accept you're untouchable 

You never wanted

What I always needed

And I always needed a door 

Trapped in a room full of wonderful colours 

You left because you needed more 

And we knew from the start we were jumping the gun 

I never thought that I'd be the one 

Trapped in a room full of wonderful colours

Just me 

It's not nearly as bright

I'm afraid of the dark

Its all turning black

I can't see 

No one can hurt me like you do 

No one will ever know the love I have for you 

But they'll know

Yes they'll know you're untouchable 

And they'll know

Yes they'll know you're untouchable

You never wanted what I always wanted I always needed a door 

Leave me here, I want to be untouchable 

I close the door behind you

Now I'm untouchable too

11th Jan, 4:30am, Bombay airport

Are they looking at me? Have they noticed the bruise? Is the make up caking around my eyes? Revealing the ugly blue & purple underneath?

I can feel their eyes on me. Or maybe it’s just my mind playing tricks. Everyone must be as sleepy as I am at this ungodly hour to notice if other people have black eyes. But then they must be as bored. And looking at other people is the only source of entertainment for most of them.

What if someone asks me what happened? Maybe I will tell them that my abusive husband beat me up and I am running away from him. Might get interesting reactions. Hmmm.

Uh-oh. Now people are really staring at me. Sitting bang in the middle scribbling away furiously. I am trying real hard not to break out in a silly grin. From the corner of my eye I can see the guy sitting in the corner giving me covert looks over the big fat book he is pretending to read. Or the Bengali boudi there trying to point me out to her husband who is too busy gawking at some firang babes waiting for their flight to goa.

Or Austin Powers look-alike guy sitting opposite, staring at me quite steadily and openly. Every time I look up he eyes are right there. Wonder what he will do if I wink at him right now.

And then there is that… ah they are calling for us. Better go get that bus fast if I wanna get a window seat. Got to take some nice photographs. I am flying east just in time for sunrise. I am going home. :)