Between the time I spent working on my excel sheets and trying to socialize with people, I thought of her.
I thought of the times when come every Friday she would visit me. I would pick her up from the bus stop. We would have a delightful roadside snack and then go home and not do a thing. I thought of the silly Saturdays and mundane Sundays.
I thought of the times when come every Friday she would visit me. I would pick her up from the bus stop. We would have a delightful roadside snack and then go home and not do a thing. I thought of the silly Saturdays and mundane Sundays.
Today is the day, our
birthday. I ought to think of her, of me, of us. And, as I think I wish I had
more memories rather than the uneventful weekends. I wish I had went with her on that malshej trip or followed her and her friends to Goa.
I wish I had skipped
office and went out with her, somewhere anywhere doesn't matter. I wish we had
rolled up a joint and went carefree like the good old days.
I wish that I had
acted on these wishes rather than just wishing viciously. But then that's a
circular reference error.
That reminds me I
gotta get back to my excel sheet. Typing my feelings can probably wait. Bbye! Cya!