To Her.To Him.
It's 3.A.M in the morning. I am sitting in the bus a midst pouring rain and flashing lights. I see the wipers of the bus swaying back and forth. Blips of shadow of street lights changing colors along the way on the road. Dew drops charting a meandering path on the windows. The chatter with my friend dies down. I don't attempt to muster energy to keep the conversation going. I slowly put the loop of my thoughts about projects, internships, courses to rest. It's one of the moments when your head is in cahoots with the heart. A silence in equilibrim. It's just like one of the moments when you would want to shut your mind off and not drain the paltry energy to be sapped by any thoughts. A midst the ensuing silence, I hear the gastric juices churning in my stomach. It's been two days since I am away from home. I feel famished and drained after two day' stay in lab. I barge into my house after bidding adieu to my friend. I see remnants of food left in the vessel...