The story of ‘You & I’

Shifting between the study table and bed, the hands move an inch each time, the ticktock seems unbearable. I pick up the phone to dial and reach outward in hope, but I hear beep, beep, beep. It’s all disconnected.

The kettle boils for long, the whistle is too loud. Shocks every living cell. And then I fall into slumber as the shock settles down.

Same is the routine every night.

And deep inside is a reflection of this chaos.

As the pages turn, the dates change, I can see the transition in my watch. Every night misery ceases to be a mystery I would like to solve.

With time, the line breaks into a curve. Acceptance takes over. I begin to enjoy the solitude and then the unthinkable happens…

The “disconnected” phone rings…

I pick up the phone, cut the call and cause my favorite sound to resound in the caller’s ear… Beep, beep, beep!

I don’t need you anymore.

The joy spread to every contracted muscle, happy hormones making me cry. Not much has changed yet so much with time.

Acceptance.

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About MindLicker

I am a Mind Licker, and I write What The Mind Licks. Loud in decibels. Lost in deciphers. Love, laughter, life are my turn-ons. And I talk about sex way too openly for my conservative up-bringing. If you'd like to read what I write/ see What My Mind Licks, pls do visit: https://mindlicker.wordpress.com/ Do let me know what you think. I might lick... I mean like that too. Happy Reading! :)

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