I was known for my gullibility, and he was known for breaking promises.
Oh, how Delhi sunsets remind me of you.
While I sit in my balcony sipping on tea, my soul savors yet another cup of molten sunshine.
And you slip into my mind instantly – Every single airplane that flies by reminds me of how you left, leaving me with nothing except for an unfinished story, one which I can’t complete alone.
We had started it together, and we will end it the same way.
I see flocks of birds flying home, where the ones they love wait patiently for their advent.
When are you going to come home? I’ve been waiting for 6 years now.
Then there are these little pink flowers, the ones that are everywhere, the ones that grow out of nowhere. They remind me of how nothing-ness could be moulded into something so beautiful, just like us.
Of all the love I lost, yours was the love I still crave, for its madness was subtle and its innocence, incomparable.
Hurt me more.
It helps me to feel less.
You’re only making me get used to the pain; you’re only building a shield to protect me from the agony of your otherwise devastating departure.