I have been carrying your apathy in my pocket. Those unread mails, unreplied texts, unfriended accounts, they all have burdened my phone memory.
Next time we meet, I am going to pass on some of my apathy. But wait, I don't feel like meeting you anymore. Looks like your apathy, like the phone memory, is mine now.- हर्ष स्नेहांशु
9 JAN 2017 AT 16:30