Where will I be two years hence?
The rain,railings, and the moonlight from behind the trees; this is definitely not one question I want to think of now.
Where was I two years hence? Struggling to look good for saturday night dinner? Combing my hair the extra stroke?
Where were we one year hence? Sitting on that broken bench under the neem tree close to the cycle stand. It was called yellow. We have fallen in the vortex since, we haven't moved a bit since, we have crossed miles. Life could have been different, life should have been different.
