1. It's half past six. A beautiful summer evening where me and my lady "friend" are sitting by the lake, watching a flock of ducks swimming their way towards us as we continued our discussion on some of the latest songs we had discovered. We switched to Sheeran and played him on loop and shared the same earphone. Dusky evening, cool and soothing breeze, "Perfect" on the cord, she humming to the beats whilst her face reflected the orange light. Enchanting as it feels, my lord, I was mesmerized. She looked at me with her beaming eyes which demanded to hear me out. I changed the song.
2. Ma calls me up every night at 10. It's been over three years since I've been away from home and she'll come up with the same set of questions everyday. Ma complains about my indifference towards the conversation as I refrain to tell her anything about my personal life. I know, she's no less than Da Vinci (probably, better) but here she fails to get stuff out of me. Sometimes I do want to put my head on her lap, wrap my arms around her waist and cry my heart out but maybe, I'm too weak to do that.
3. Frustrated with my situation, I call my sister up, late. She's an early to bed person so I had least expected her to receive but to my surprise, she answered. She had some issues with her partner and thus, during my depressive episode, I gave her a shoulder to cry on. Later on, she did ask me the reason to call. I said I loved her and hung up.
4. I have a bad habit of putting an attentive ear to the lyrics and later on, contemplating on the same. It's already 3AM, I'm still on terrace and this time, I've got Iglesias on loop. My playlist knows me better than my mother and the songs have heard stories which I'd never wish to recite again. I tried talking to them, again. I wanted to cry but ended up sighing. Maybe, it was not the right day to voice up. I unplugged my earphones and went to sleep.