Dusk, being my favourite I enjoy roaming around in that twilight where the fresh air blows, the street where we(me along with my friend) walk, forces to inhale the smell of the chicken curry from that chicken station. However our budget could only favour us to have a cardamom flavoured tea at the end of long walk. As like the days before, we were roaming around in the street, the street with thousands of memories!
I was excited to show the place where he waits for me, actually used to wait for me, back to then before years!
However she was busy explaining me the last lecture that I missed. I interrupted her for three to four times and my excitement made her listen my so incomplete story. The story that ended before it gets started, the relation where we had breaks without beginnings, where we loved but never expressed, we dated but weren't a couple, couples with holded hands, hugs and kisses. We detached before attachments, we parted before togetherness.
He always seems to be the man with courage but he was pretending that, after all he turn out to be a coward fellow at the peak time where he need to show that he was courageous enough...
so this is how a part of my life goes on
I then took a sip of tea(flavoured) sitting in the same tea shop where he took me for the very first time...
