A peach margarita..a cuban cigar and miles of beach...

I think life is defined between the time when we have no time and the time when we get time to think..

It was a break after one month for me. When I got up in the morning I felt calm. I enjoyed the sun light,

I enjoyed the evening wind, I enjoyed my beer on a hot afternoon, I enjoyed my life after a long time.

We were driving till midnight. and I have never enjoyed a Sunday like this..

Then I thought about you again..

hmm…this city. you showed me what really is this city. the places that we went ..its was entirely different

a city’s soul is in its people ..more than the usual places that everybody knows there are some other beautiful places that you showed me. and I still remember those Sunday mornings that we shared. the coffee is still hot !!...and again after getting those bloody thoughts which I try to avoid. I looked outside the window..

Yellow neon light has created paintings on nights frame.

And somehow I lost in translation of those year old complex and perplexed look in your beautiful eyes.

And again I came back to room .Surprisingly I did’t feel bad about being alone I did’t feel bad about anything which is going wrong around me. and on that moment of truth I knew

after a long time…I lived for a day.