Wednesday, September 29, 2010

sick

In a fit of love and loneliness (funny how those two are never separate), he had created something for her. The creation repeated itself, like a carousel of memories made in a hurry. It repeated itself till she left, because she herself was always in such a hurry. Whatever he ate, after that, never stayed. The rain did, the cold did, the loneliness did.

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