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“So. She didn’t want to be with me. Isn’t it?” “It’s not that she didn’t want to be with you. She was waiting for you.” “Waiting for me? She was with someone after me. How could she wait for me? … Continue reading
I am so scared of tomorrow, so scared of the work that I need to put in to get to my dreams. Or what if all that work means nothing, gets me nowhere. How can I fall asleep knowing I … Continue reading
I’m scared of two things: permanence and failure. That permanent, final, future choice. Because what if I feel trapped, with no way out. What if I no longer have control. What if I wake up tomorrow and the only way … Continue reading
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
“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