How do I break my heart now.
Dear heart. I love you.
You keep beating, now without a meaning.
Once you did, for a name, for a face.
Now you just keep me alive.
How many of you hate this feeling?
Bringing up The upbringing
I remember this one picture very vividly. Its me with me frown, on the porch of our rented house. Which I thought was our house in North Delhi. My mother in that picture was a young dashing woman of the 90s. She was to about to leave for work or to the market. In those days, it was the same - a formal occasion. I was a child in my single digits of existence. Oblivious days. Summer vacations in those days were easy, because there were no expectation except being safe. So I got left behind at home mostly. Me and TV. Heaven. But some other days my mother would take us to her office. My dad went to office , of-course to Honda, but it never sounded exciting. Except that the phone number was pretty cool to remember - 5757231. This is one phone number I would remember throughout my life. Side-note: no matter how much you might be your mother's boy, your dad's phone number is still the most etched in memory. Because he gets things done. And yes, I am close to my mother. Let me tell you...
Deep! :/
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