It’s getting so much easier to just be. To just stop fidgeting for once, and just be. You cannot realize that till you spend time alone, in your company. Just as you cannot experience being alive without realizing that you have to die. But it's just as impossible to realize that you have to die without thinking how incredibly amazing it is to be alive.

Mumbling #12

Where do you find you? In your favorite song? In the ring that remains on your finger even while you sleep? In your closest friend? In the old, frayed kurta that you wouldn’t let go? In the tears that would soak your pillow at night, for no reason? In the kohl that you would line your swollen eyes with, without fail? In the blemish that you would try to hide with make-up? In the you that gapes wildly at you post a couple of beers in the Ladies Room, when you're quite drunk to look properly and yet sober enough too see through? In the arms of a lover? In the words you weave.