Why do you…

…always assume that the ‘he’ in my blog is you?

We talk often

When you talk I only listen.
When I talk only I listen.

We talk often.

That sometimes

Sometimes I feel it is not a husband that I wanted but a child. That sometimes is when he reminds me of the fact that I am not his mother.

Carpe Diem @ Town Centre

We are only strangers dining at a common restaurant. Please don't make it so obvious that you are looking at me.

I delete you

You don’t come here often.
I know.
But when you do, I want to shoo you away.
And sometimes delete too.

And some other times permanently delete.
So then I can never go searching for you in forgotten bins.

Death is going away forever

I received a call from my sister sometime back. She told me Abhilash, my cousin, is no more. It was an accident. The rest we spoke in silence.

All I can say is I could have written a hundred posts on him to describe our unique relation. But I never did. Why did I wait till this day?

Everyday….

….I pray to god to give you all what you wish for.
Except me.