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.