One more day ends. There we were, sipping Diet Coke under a grey sky outside Subway. Talking of Goa and planning a dinner some other time. Nothing concrete was decided and still the day ended. Time stayed yet passed on, like the sketch of two people done with charcoal. Still life, the call it. It's smudged into a distant but certain tomorrow...when time will shade us some more.
Day 21 of 108
I dawdled in bed a lot this morning. The sun was up and it was still early. So I got up, stuffed a few things in my trusted backpack and wa...
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