| Dear xxxxx,
I was pulling out from a spot in front of my apartment, and as I glanced through narrow eye of my narrow review mirror, I looked back and I saw his car…
Immediately I fell into the past while I stared frozen into the present. Did he see, did he know that it was me?
Moments in motion flew past in my mind, as I white knuckle gripped the steering wheel…
The hours we spent laughing on our drive to Goa…
The way we raced through traffic on the way to auditions…
The night he kept me warm when I was locked out in the monsoon…
Is it just where the road of life takes us, or is it a cruel fate that unmakes us?
My mind races… He went left, while I went straight.
pratichee |
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