Wednesday, July 09, 2014

950

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.

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 I am feeling disoriented now. And my body aches - from the travel and whatever is going on. But a friend takes me to his gym every night......