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Unbound.

  It is a lazy sunday summer afternoon as I place my bag on the lustrous teak wood table. I let out a mental sigh!  It requires Herculean effort to retrieve my laptop for work. I am a regular at the Longchamp cafe. It is normal for that cafe to play slow jazz while customers enjoy a cup of coffee but somehow the song , “Somewhere only we know”, booms on the speakers and breaks the monotonous commotion inside. In a split second, I transcend back to his arms. The song floods memories that are ready to pour out of my eyes. The barista snaps me out of my misery. He towers over the counter as he motions me to try the newly brewed concoction waiting on my table. I comply to do the needful as I am one of his unbiased coffee connoisseurs. The aroma of simmering hot coffee permeates my nose, calming my nerves.  I gulp down the bittersweet realisation. It has been close to two long months since I’ve last heard from him. It would be wishful thinking that our brief encounter would et...
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The pride in my phase.


“it’s just a phase”

I was told for the 40th time,

You’d think I’d have lost the count by now but it hits all the same, making it slightly hard for me to not keep a track of it. 

It’s just a phase. I ask them how do they know?

Because it’s unnatural.

What’s unnatural about it if it’s just love?

It’s not the right kind of love, they tell me and unfortunately, I believe them. 

It’s not the right kind of love because it doesn’t exist in old fantasy tales or beyond the walls of a dark and dusty bedroom, hidden in the corner of the house. Is that why I’d ask?

They say no, it’s because it’s unnatural, it’s not supposed to be. 

But doesn’t that bring us to the start of the cycle? A cycle that I’ve been taught to ride in my childhood whereas they should’ve asked me to get down and walk, even if I have to walk alone. 

They should’ve told me that love is love. That this happiness like any other comes from the bright parts of life, that this happiness like any other comes to us as naturally as my choice to walk down the road. This happiness like any other would dim down some days but burn brighter the next. 

You know what they should’ve told me, “take my hand and I’ll walk with you so you’d never be alone no matter who you choose to hold with the other hand”. 

But that’s okay, the past is past. And we’re learning to grow past it. 

You, my warrior, my strong delicate lover, they didn’t tell you this but I will. I’m letting you know that beyond songs of sunflowers that make you feel good or the silent quirky nature of your excitement, I will walk with you no matter who you choose to hold with the other hand.

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