Apr 11
In some other universe, we’ve escaped all this noise and ended up with a tiny café tucked somewhere in the hills of Himachal. Nothing fancy, just wooden tables, the smell of fresh chai, and time moving slower than it should.
There’s a sleepy dog curled up near our feet like he belongs to us more than we belong to him. And outside, the sky is wide and careless.
We’re sitting there, doing nothing important, arguing over a drifting cloud, you insisting it’s a map to somewhere we haven’t been yet, me saying it’s just a cloud with no intention at all.
And somehow, in that pointless argument, in that quiet, unremarkable moment, life finally feels like it’s exactly where it should be.
| श्याम
