Now it is working this way, that I think of you sometimes. A lot of times I dream about you, and most of the time I am lost in some world where you and me are together. The end does not come easy now – especially since there are two babies involved. I am sure you understand. But I know that it will come soon. The babies will have to grow up faster than they do.
I keep in touch with them, and I try to hold on to the past. It is not such a bad thing. If I could, I would forever. Wish to hug the little one, or laugh with Sis. Visit 31, watch the big fat TV on the big fat bed in the big ass rooms – go to the perpetually dirty toilet and wait for chandan to bring neebu paani. Then drive down to MT while it is drizzling and you and me stand in balcony and watch our world come together.
Didn’t know that it will fall apart so fast. Those days the dreams seemed to last forever. But nothing does, does it?
