Sometimes I write. This is a place for such times. Honestly writing doesn't come naturally to me. Nothing does actually. What I am passionate about is doing nothing in particular, thinking nothing in particular.
But sometimes I read. And sometimes I like it too. And I like reading what I write when sometimes I manage to. Perhaps that is why i write.
A brief silence. Music.
Why now?
Yes, I wish I had done it long before.
And all these time, it was all a pretense?
Maybe. But not to you, to myself.
And me? Was I even there in your mind?
You were in my life. In my mind, I wish I knew what is.
You betrayed me!
Reason betrayed me.
A long silence.
Korou Khundrakpam 27-11-09
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