What is it that I’ve come to be? I wonder. What is it that I want to be? That too, I wonder. A joy which kept me singing from morning, deludes me. And I talk to myself via a keyboard and a digital writing pad.
A mobile call. A message. A meeting.
Some tears. Some smiles. Some pleasantries.
Li’l love. Li’l fights. Li’l conversations.
Friends. Families. Food.
At home. In restaurants. Inside bookstores.
Dancing. Coffee. Memories.
..just a weekend.
So much more.
So much less.