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9 MAR 2018 AT 10:12

I don't know how this happens. I was thinking about you last night, wondering how you would be, and in early morning's half awakeness today, you messaged. I've been regularly seeing your photograph with your best friend, your face exposed to dark pink light of perhaps a restaurant's LED cardboard. I asked you if I could meet you when you come. You said, "I think so", which is all the more scary than a perfect yes or no, but it's encouraging. While typing in a conversation where you wished to see Harry Potter and the Cursed Child in Broadway, but couldn't because tickets went expensive, I thought about the crazy typing speed that you have. It's freakish and annoying and unreal. I wonder how your thumbs don't ache. You're entrying their lottery ticket program. I pray you get it. You talked about reading more non-fiction than fiction these days, I just listened. It felt good listening to you silently. I imagine us to take off together - sit in an AMC on the banks of Rishikesh, dropped in ourselves, side by side, taking long walks in silence, to ourselves. And then after it gets over, we sit by a place and eat something, bantering. I'll tease you about how much you speak at length.

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8 MAY 2018 AT 8:39

A grin so wide, it's difficult to not mimic,
and long for the time, never reverred, spent
a light so dim even in the blinding daylight
would I ever come home to hug you?

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24 APR 2018 AT 23:37

In a fit of impulse, I opened all the small notes that you had painstakingly written and folded to fit in a small beautiful little transparent, glossy plastic bottle, that you underestimated the space of. I loved the pink designer paper that circumscribed it from the inside. I read them all in one go, sniffing each piece of coloured paper that was covered with my favourite perfume of you. You had gifted me a bottle. It is about to empty soon. I'll buy another one.

I was shocked to remember that I had many memories I thought I had forgotten. Your notes worked like photographs for me.

I had so many more things I had planned to write, but I have forgotten them now, since I'm writing this a month after original intention. Next time.

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14 FEB 2018 AT 15:34

Last night, I was in a haze. I felt drowsy when I stood up. I couldn't track it back to sleeplessness which was odd, because it could be the only thing that I could think of, that might have been causing it. I stood up at 3 a.m to pee, surreptitiously padding my foot steps to a mimimum thud, because it's a small house, and mother's room is only so far. She has a dandelion petal like sleep - one hint of a breath in or out and she is awake. When I came back, I skipped a proper step and instead landed with the sole angled from the floor on an arch. I nearly tripped. I thought of you, like a backdrop music not tangible at the start of a song, but which increases slowly as it progresses to find itself a solo for half a minute. I found a soly performance of remembering you - not anything in particular - just you, will trying to balance my body to not fall. I traced your photographs that are ingrained in my mind like lose cement foot impressions. And in order to force myself to sleep, despite this uncanny dizziness that pushed me to keep my eyes open, I had to forget about you now. I closed my eyes and you rushed backwards in the song, playing softly until the song ended and I slept.

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3 DEC 2017 AT 11:11

I slept late last night. I was working with brother on an email he had to write to a professor asking advice on which major to choose. We slept late. It is Sunday today, your late night Saturday. Mum let us sleep for late in the morning. I dreamt of you then, after a long time. You were just sitting there, with a loose dark jacket on, faintly smiling, enjoying the apparel freedom they have in the country. And I was just watching. I don't know if dreams mean anything. They don't most of the time. They are misty mixtures of past, present and possible future. But I woke up with a smile on my face, because yours was the first face I saw today, never mind if only in a dream. It's funny ( actually it's not ) I remember you more when we are not talking, and took you for granted many times when we were. It's a little unfortunate that we aren't talking anymore, even when we have nothing against each other. I wish there could be an orientation and emotional truce, but the very fact that there is no war, makes truce an invalid option. I wish we could talk from time to time, because you've been like a thread connected to a kite to me.

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