those drops of water on your skin…so refreshing, your very own, and you develop an overwhelming urge to caress them…and then everything merges into nothing. drops are not drops anymore. you are not you anymore.
feb. 14 was v-day. of course u know it. everybody seems to.
and it was nothing special. it need not be. i don’t have time for it anyway.
love needs affection, effort, sacrifice, even courage. and i don’t have time for these mundane things anymore.
love is just a deep-seated regret within… for all those things that could have been.
and it was nothing special. it need not be. i don’t have time for it anyway.
love needs affection, effort, sacrifice, even courage. and i don’t have time for these mundane things anymore.
love is just a deep-seated regret within… for all those things that could have been.
Born in New Delhi, India in 1980 and is a retired pessimist (still) living in New Delhi. He has Haryanvi ancestors, a Punjabi girlfriend, friends all over the world, two (or more) yet to be born children, (many) memories of (many) pet dogs and no cats ever. He holds an honours degree in English Literature from the University of Delhi and creates advertisements for paying the bills. His interests are universal, and include: living, eating, sleeping and when not sleeping, daydreaming. Other abiding interests include reading, writing, street photography, newspaper editorials, watching the moon and planning trekking trips that never materialize.
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