Your story too is like all stories you think it is so misleading and deceiving, this is someone else’s or a mirage, but nope! it’s solemnly yours eventually, every vague details make sense; Spend hours talking about you to myself and our conversations be like – “No, I don’t want to go through this again” you’ll repeat after me, On every yesterdays you wish you’ve never ended up in love – -in love with your grandmother’s kisses -with the clouds followed your school bus -with the raindrops fell across your umbrella -with the breeze pecked your eyelashes in your first-ever bicycle trip -with the second drop of blood rolled over your thighs -with your reflection of mine -with all residues, you’ve ever been in love without hope or agenda. It was all a game sometimes you’ve to kill what you love, to win the battle of "brain vs heart". And you became sour with people afraid to let someone else close again. Our monologue continues like- “Just one more time, it’s not the first time re...