The Quarter Mile

It's midnight now. I have my dad calling it a night. I have 24 years and 364 days worth of experience to share, to build up on. I have the faint wind breezing in from the South-facing window, and I am accompanied with thoughts, thoughts that just keep rolling in through the night.

I have learnt a lot. Humbled. Absolutely.

A Nightmare Untold

No. This cannot be a dream. It's too surreal, yet too real. I am able to see you, touch you, feel your tears on my neck, even the smell of your disappointment. No, this cannot be a dream. I...I have just met you. This is unfair. 

Yet. It's the truth. It's a Nightmare.  A nightmare untold. 
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Aurindam Mukherjee