My 2am thoughts. I’m sorry for the inconvenience. Most of my life I’ve thought about this line in my head. I read somewhere that the one who is afraid to give is hesitant to receive…but I have never thought of not giving, you see. I have given my time, my…

I saw you at the examination hall and I knew you weren’t the brightest of the lot. But your goofiness made me smile. I don’t know if you noticed that. I don’t know if you remember seeing me there. It was a long time ago. We were just kids back then. But that…

My could have been, I looked at you. You looked at me. We always had these staring contests in our free time. Sometimes from across the class, sometimes in the lobby, sometimes when we saw each other momentarily in between classes. That look in your eyes was my light. That…

I was fourteen. He was sixteen. I liked him. I was fifteen. He was seventeen. He liked me. I was sixteen. He was eighteen. It was time for him to go. I was seventeen. He was nineteen. He called to tell me that he liked me. A confession. Something that was…

I was obsessed with Gujarati story books as a kid, I think I was 10 or 12. I would read and re-read them every single day. There were words I couldn’t understand but I tried to… there were metaphors that were way beyond my understanding and sometimes I think about…