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Wind
“I like the….”, she started saying something else. I was confused, after a lot of context-switching I could finally get her to say what she likes. “I like the wind, with your hand in mine.” I like the wind too. Specially the wind when we were sitting outside in the balcony, drinking, fighting, not knowing…
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Poker
“Say it again!”, she said. I repeated— “Poker”. She smiled. I didn’t get it. I remember their faces when he hit that six on the last ball. I remember being numb. I made 7 figures in 10 minutes. I was a degenerate gambler, I still am. They were confused seeing me like that. They figured I…
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Beauty
“How do these look?” , she said. “They look good”, I smiled, looking at the jhumkas in her hands. What’s beauty? Beauty is that cheerful indecisiveness on her face when she holds those earrings asking me which one is better. What’s beauty? Beauty is those excruciatingly beautiful few minutes while I have to wait when…
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Fruition
“I want to bake a cake”, she said. “Here we go again”, I thought. Her sudden urges. Her beautiful urges. I was amused when she told me she wanted to come here and cook me the chicken recipe she learned from her grandmother. “She’s already thinking about normal life here”, I thought to myself—confused. I…
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Love
“I’ll wait.” I’ve been telling her since the past twenty days. Truthfully, I’ve been telling myself this for these excruciating, painful, empty, and bleak twenty days. There’s love. There’s love because I remember her face when she said “Later.” I remember how amazed I was in that moment— by her randomness. A trait I adore.…