Grey Box

You took me out, we took
Our Grey box and 
Drove
You took me out, rescued me 
In our little grey box 
In our grey box, we sat and drove 
Away. 

You drove for a while,
Past greenness, past cement 
Past clouds of dust and bumpy roads 
I played around beside, 
I played some song. 

Let’s drive further, I said,
Let us drive some more,
Let your heart hold fast you hummed
In that little grey box. 

In the grey box, we sat, 
And rescued each other, 
I remember well,
For we had a flat tyre. 

Risk it? I remember asking,
Risk it. 

You took me out, rescued me,
From a dystopia into a vast blue expanse 
With some dust, some traffic, a bumpy road 
And a beautiful day 
We ran away 

You took me out, I was still worried,
Let me do this for you,
Let me do this while I can, you said
I remember and I remember well,
You had a quiver. 
And I played the song louder. 

The road gradually cleared
You drove me out for a while,
Then Let me in. 
And I drove for awhile 

Pancakes? I remember asking. 
Pancakes. 

What is the story? You asked.
The one you are thinking of in your head?
Just the story of you and I, I say
A brother that has a sister’s back,
A brother that she cannot rescue, 
a brother that really needs it too. 

It is funny, I think, how
three years distance, 
you make nil
I wonder, sometimes, now, 
will it be fine? 
if we somehow captured 
An year in a day;  
this one day, 
when you rescued me 
And together we got some chai. 
Will this day sustain us, 
I wonder, for my year in London. 
This one day with  
Its almonds and its leaves of 
Darjeeling tea, 
Some batter and some spoons of 
Nutella sweet. 

The Clock was set though 
and the time a half an hour 
15 later and already the phone rings.

Flat tyre, mom.
A lot of traffic, mom. 
I know mom, 
I leave in 2 hours. 
    
There was a truck in front of us,
Full of onions 
Stuck in a difficult turn 
But we had just half an hour and 
We needed to return. 

Even more traffic, mom. 
So much traffic, dad. 
Yes I know she is leaving. 
In just 2 hours.