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She had lived with us for four months. At that time, I had thought, when she'd go back, things would return to normal; like it had been before she came along. It didn't. Things changed forever.

The morning after she left, I slept in till 11. That afternoon, I had instead noodles for brunch, eaten with the television on. I was watching a show from my teens. My house, silent. As though still in shock that two had become one. My brother lived with me, of course—he came in at nights, left in the morning.

And I knew, that it was time, at last to become productive again. To get on with my writing, to organise my wardrobe, declutter my room, (she had occupied my room, I lived in the living room).

It was time, finally to get my life back on its usual track. No more excuses, no more lounging around. The elephant had left, and now there was no one inconveniencing my routine.

But I sat on the couch, eating undercooked noodles, watching a sappy musical, my payjama which I recall, I had worn after that day, for a week. The road below was buzzing with vehicles, there were birds, and the rustling winds, all of them set on their jobs.

But I needed a break. After four months of a degratory lifestyle, I needed a sappy reunion, I needed to be lazy. To lounge around, watch TV, be an idealistic mess. It was nice.

Ofcourse, I never did get on with my writing, or being productive, or cleaning out the room, cleaning out my cupboard. I never got around doing those things before, and there was no way I was going to do them now. :)

Her arrival had left me roomless, and motive-less, her exit had left me lazy, and jobless, and more exhausted than I'd ever be. So yes things did change. . . forever. Time is relative, so if you were expecting a life-changing, life-threatening, character arc story when you read the first sentence at the top. . . Aha you got Rick rolled.

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