There is an interesting thing about memory foam. It yields to your touch & pressure. Not fast, not reacting. More like an indulgence, a consideration. Later it pauses with the impression you’ve left on it, as if ruminating. Just as meditatively it returns to its original self.
Nila soru.
Food eaten under the moon.
Food shared with the moon.
Nila soru.
My friend and I accidentally stumbled onto a kind of male predator when we fell into crosstalk and realised we were talking about the same person.
Let’s be honest. Given a choice, I would never pick a long distance relationship. I mean, what’s the point? Like DeePad says in Love Aaj Kal, Kya fayda? Relationship ke jo achche things hai woh nahin. (What’s the point? The benefits of a relationship aren’t present.) And yet, I guess…
These things never go away.If there has ever been history, it will show even if you are in the same room. Yes, very dramatic. And perhaps romantic. Heartening, even to some. But reality seems to indicate otherwise. Attraction, like everything else, is impermanent. Or perhaps I’m only thinking of fancy…