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My mind roams a surrendered battlefield . 5 days a week I deliberate over having you in my life // keeping you a phone call away // caring for you as a ‘friend’. As soon as I stamp my heel … Continue reading
There has not been one day that I haven’t thought of you. Not one day. It is odd to love someone so much that you don’t know what your life is going to be like without them. That you don’t … Continue reading
“Not that, no blue interiors. And please please not the two colour Rolls. No orange, ever”. “What do you know about cars anyway?” It just crossed my mind: I could give my opinion till year end, it wouldn’t matter because, … Continue reading
And so the fourth day passed. No news, no words, absolutely nothing from him. There I was bundled in a corner shivering, shaking, hiccupping off my high. And he was -.- It was a stark realisation. I didn’t want to be … Continue reading
“You think there’s nobody here for you?” “No.” “How are you so sure.” “I am.” “Aren’t you closing yourself off to experiences, things, reaching your full potential on your own.” “I’m sure. But there is something about him, and maybe … Continue reading
What would you do? Sometimes I think I’d be so scared that in all honesty, my brain will freeze and my flaky strong front will fall shattered and stolen. And thus I lie but helpless and subsumed, by implicit thoughts … Continue reading