A void is what I feel post break-up with someone or the other who grew into my routine, towards whom I’d feel phantom-urges to text message until it would go away and I’d realize being …...
The first time, I am asleep. I do not see it until I am up, squinting as the light from between the blinds streams into my line of vision. The second time, it is late evening, and I am getting read...
I never had to make time for you. Your presence was simultaneous to everything I was, and everything I was doing. The day we started talking, it was the start of a 1.5478 year 565-day long conversa...