#dear lover

dear lover,

In advance calculus class, when things get a little boring I start making roses on the top corner of the page, the way the art teacher in grade 2 taught us. When the temperature drops a couple of degrees, I eat a boiled egg with chai while sitting in blanket, the way Amma used to feed us in childhood. Whenever someone mentions love in a conversation, I always think your name but replace it with silence. That's the irony of life. We travel miles to remember, what we thought had left behind.

Dear lover

it’s happened again i’ve found connection between a song and ‘my love’

Dear Lover