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So many things have happened these one and a half years.

My only moment to myself is sitting by the steps in-front of my house.

The leaves murmur and I look at them at ease.

I have started finding solace in airconditioned taxis and going to the mall in the evenings.

Five minutes here and ten minutes maybe there.

That has become the idea of piece.

I dont know where am I right now and where will I head.

Feels like i am tongue tied in a vaccum space with vaccum people.

I dont know if I will meet these people ever again 

Or is it the last time I am meeting them

More than anything else I miss me.

How I was and how I have become.

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