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I was there because I need to give myself a break from
the stress and anxiety of coronavirus with online classes
and webinars and mainly you and to indulge in reminiscence of yours.
On my way, I downed a bottle of Vodka. Then I made my
way down to my home.
I remember you. My eyelids were crusted over. You were
beside me on a black dress. You were saying stay hydrated, stick to one kind of
alcohol. Cheers! Merlot. In reply I was saying no I am not Merlot, I am Sushil.
She chuckled. This was the first time we met together.
We two made great memories in between the first and
the last meet.
The last time I saw you. You were laughing. Laughing
at my jokes. I remember you flexing your arm as you pushed back your hair.
Accidentally, I touched your hand, I felt like the current was generated.
No, no. The
last time when I saw you, you were on the road walking with your friends. I
remember you were walking so slowly, you turned back and gazed at me for a
moment and smiled, I felt like a volcano of love was exploded.
I don’t think that was the last I ever saw of
you. Maybe we were in a swimming pool. I remember you were relaxing and
feeling like floating, you forced me to jump, I felt like my heart was tingled.
I might be remembering that wrong. The last time when I
saw you, we two were on the city bus. I remember you were singing a song, you
asked me to join with you for the chorus, I felt like my blood was daubed with
that song.
Well I finally, drunkenly fell down the stairs to my
home and there are bruises everywhere.
Today I am living with the hangover.
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