If I asked why it was you wouldn’t
bother to answer. You aren’t answerable to just anyone, after all. Maybe you
never thought you would need anything more. Maybe you hadn’t even thought of
thinking of the said thought. As if you drew your lines on feelings. Not that
you ever noticed these things as such, or had any opinions about it. ‘Coz
sometimes I do feel your eyes on me. I always admired them. They were extremely
piercing. There was a promised impulsiveness in them. And how you always begin
with monologues, but you never get anything else out… but I could live with
that.
W ords should not be kept for later because they thrive on mood and my mood is nothing less than a pendulum, so I thought I should pen it down. It's not Monday today but I still got the blues. When I say blues, I literally mean the bluish tone in my otherwise curtain-coloured reddish room, along with the pretty melancholic climate. I hate the dark clouds that get clogged in the sky refusing to pour in, but I love when it finally rains. It's like the clouds have vented out their long-held pain. It feels liberating and very refreshing. I don't quite feel like working in this climate, rather I would be sitting on my terrace, watching the rain, sipping tea (which I am doing even now to avoid falling asleep on my laptop). But the sad truth is I can't go up on my terrace, not at least for the next 2 months, the renovation works are going on and I badly miss the only beautiful, picturesque location in my house. The staircase bricks are cracked to build newer ones and there...
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