Let it be.

I wish I could say ‘I don’t care’ atleast once and really mean it. I have abused the term many a times.

How difficult can it be? And You, yes You. How much time has it been? Three? Or four years? I sometimes wonder what a nutcase of a heart mine is that I still cannot get over you. You have a world of your own. A world where you look happy to me. You choose to say otherwise. I am unsure what to believe. I let the silence speak.

And you have to run into me on a rainy evening. Right when I have a coffee craving. Its surprising you still recall how I like my coffee. I’m surprised why you have started putting three sachets of sugar into yours.

You complain about the traffic. And the potholes. I can’t help but remember how you used to love the monsoons. How you used to roam around without any rainy-gear. Today, I noticed you were carrying an umbrella.

You seem like you were in a place somewhere else.

I wonder when I’ll be set into motion.