I'm standing at the terrace of my hostel. It's 21 past midnight. It's breezy out here today. I like it. I can see the guard sitting in his chair just inside the main gate of this hostel cum hospital building. There's also a cooler for him because it's been getting hotter here. It's funny they run the air coolers without water here because of the humidity. The humidity here is one thing I don't like about Chandigarh. I'm standing here on the terrace, thinking I'm the only one awake, everyone else is asleep because they all have to go to work tomorrow by 9. I also have to. I don't want to sleep though. I'm really liking the breeze and thoughts of you here. I'd like to stargaze with you here. Lay on a chatayi, next to each other. Not talk much.
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