A year of silences were dispelled over a couple of words on Chat.
I have no clue what I have missed out, I do not know of how much trouble, or how much love I missed out in these 365 days. All I know is that I suddenly have an open line again. Memories of the din and buzzle of Hyderabad haunt me again. All the places, all those movies, and the nights our dining together, all these little things, I miss them again.
Thank you for some Springtime bloom amidst Autumn gloom.