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
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.
