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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.…
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Want
“Fuck the right term, I want this. Do you know what that means”? I asked her. Without a thought, “That means we’re gonna have it.”, She replied. I loved her in that moment. Want. I look deep down my life and realise how I didn’t want many possessions. I still don’t. Things don’t make me…