Monday, 2 February 2015

The hall. Packed like sardines, cheering and clapping going on all around.

I flicked my eyes on the seemingly excited crowds, uninterested. Bored.

Suddenly I catch sight of you- I fixated my eyes on your side profile a little longer, wondering if I should initiate a conversation, at the same time trying to reconcile with the fact that the person I was seeing right then- just as stony-faced, uninterested as I was- was the very same person I chatted with on the train, incessantly, just two nights ago.

Nope. No resemblance at all. Zilch. Nada.

I thought better of it and went back to twiddling with my thumbs.

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Present day: I always wonder if things would have been different if I'd tried to talk to you that day, in that noisy, crowded mess of a hall.

Then I stop myself in my tracks because there are no what ifs to seek solace in.

During these nights where sleep deserts me, long and lonely train rides that give me bizarre migraines, I try to recall the times that I ever had any form of interaction with you, and engrave them, detail by detail, word by word, in the enclaves of my heart. I find myself pondering about the purpose of it all, but found none.

Sometimes, we don't need any reason at all

Accept and forgive what has been done, and m o v e o n 

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