Rainy.
Windy.
Cold.
Cloudy, foggy, driving into the clouds. With raindrops racing off the windscreen.
Part of me hates it.
The other part is head over heels in love with it.
So the story of last night.
Shoes kicked off. Lying in some corner.
And a piece of night sky. Out the dusty window.
And I text.
Then it strikes me.
How many loves do we have in our lives? And till where do we have to walk to seek fulfillment?
Human existence never seemed stranger.
So many cocoons of conversations. Relationships. Loves. But never quite there.
In this mess of meetings and separations, I've arrived.
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