佚名/Anonymous
Canyoustillfindthisday,mydear,amongyourpossessions?
Amongthesouvenirsofyourtripstofarawaylands,thetextbooksfromthosehalcyondayswhenyouwalkedthehallowedportalsofthatengineeringcollege,thecassetteswhosecoverswereleftbehindafteroneofthosebacchanaliansessionsinthehostel,thephotographsofthoseclassmateswhosenamesyoucantremember?Orisithiddeninthedarkness,putoutofsightalongwiththebookyouboughtbutneverread,,inthecity,inthehouse,whichyouhavenevervisited,,forIgooutnow,leavingthelightonandthemusicplaying,soIcanreturnhometotheillusionofcompany.
,meandmypastimes,meandmywork,meandmysensible,understandable,,keepfailingtobringinlinewiththeexpectationsthatIkeeptrying,,,Ilookoutsidethewindowofacrowdedbus,lostinmyownthoughtsandwonderhowitcouldhappentome.
WasInotsupposedtobedifferentfromtherest?Notforthesillyschoolgirlinfatuationwiththefootballteamcaptainorthefascinationwiththegoodfornothing,,whenyoulentahelpinghandtoanothergirl,whenyouspokeaboutsomeonewhosfarawayandabouttobemarried,whenyouweresoinvolvedinthebookyouwerereadingthatyoudidnotnoticethatwenevermetallday?Whenwedecidedthatithadbeentoolongandthatweshouldmeet,,thatbookyoualwayswantedbutneverfound,?Thepackagestillremainsinmydrawerwaitingforthephonetoringagain.
ItwasarainySundayafternoonwhenwesatinmytinyhostelroom,“California”seventimesoncontinuousplaybeforewethoughtofgettingout.
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,,,,,theywouldbetellingthistalealotbetterthanIamnow.
