Yesterday scrolling through the Facebook & Instagram posts, I noticed how much people like to share the stories and pictures of their date nights. And here I sat missing those days when we used to have our breakfasts together. Early morning strolls ending on reaching our favourite tea stalls or dhabas or some tiny food joint calling itself a restaurant since there was a roof on top. The post night on-call or the pre morning round times being the best. It's difficult to find a person who can patiently listen to all my blabbering chats. You just played that role so efficiently that falling for you became a facile step. I wonder was it your curiosity or my storytelling charm or a mix of both that led to one thing after another.
I loved visiting all those food corners in that 5-mile radius of our workplace. Sipping the hot beverage, exchanging stories, fighting for you not focussing on my face, blushing when you totally did and waiting to have that last sip of the beverage in your cup that you would leave as usual.
Staying away from you and meeting new people here has taken its toll on me. The dreams are still the same but the hero is not you.
Such beautiful visuals in which the hero came from across the country just to hold my hand caressing with his fingers telling me how much he has always loved me, how he came back for me once, to express how much he has craved to be next to me, how much he still wishes to continue doing so yet somehow he can't. And damn, I woke up from the sleep coming back to the reality of the empty bed beside me and no one else in the house.
It's been so long since you left then why does dreaming about someone else feel like cheating on you?
Clearly, I'm still in a dilemma about moving on or living in the clouds of such false hopes and expectations.
Waiting for a rescuer before I drown in my own thoughts inside my head…
Auldrin
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