July, the month of poet, romance and of course monsoon…
I inevitably ended up reaching home around mid night; only
to find one of my room-mate in an utter intoxicated state awake….he hurriedly
came towards me and confided that had a break up…Quite an scary thought to be
very honest, I tried calm him down by sharing some intricate personal
experience…but he kept on shouting in an chaste Punjabi to his unnamed lover…
Morning was a bit calmer…He recovered and profusely
apologized to me. Later I got to know from a fellow room-mate that it was his
break up anniversary and it was his traditional way of spending 17th
July night.
I wonder about the miracle called love and drug called
separation…
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