Second Home

I got down the bus in hyderabad at six in the morning. The climate was a pleasent one with sun blotted by the clouds. Looking around I felt the familiar surroundings. I felt like I was coming home. with the back pack and the laptop bag, I started walking.

Some thing is different. I can feel it. Its not the same as always. I felt like something is not quite right. It dawned slowly upon me. The place is still my home, a second home that is; But I'm not supposed to be here anymore. I'm an alian here.

love and like

When it all started, never thought it would end this way. Was always a thing of joy. Always feel happy when around. Liked. Wanted to have it all. Asked, if hates. Asked if its okay to be with. Thought its fine as long as doesn't hate.

Now its different. Liked even more. Started loving. Unlike earlier, feelings mattered. The fact that doesn't like started to hurt. The realization that doesn't even mind breaking up did it.

Broke up.

ps: The post was created as an experiment, to remove all the tangible subjects(like he, she, it) from the post.