Now, as I sip my coffee and look outside at the world through a rain-pattering window, I get reminded of you again.




This moment of remembrance feels more like a compulsion and obsession than any feeling that can be remotely mistaken for jubilance. All those ‘happy’ moments we had shared together, those deep secrets we had shared intertwined with each other under sultry blankets night after night as well as that fake sense of ‘being one’ with a person I had never known before, come back- to haunt me, to kill me...