Anadi, 1:23 PM. 14th August. On the way back to my place. I have been high for 3 days in a row. I've always seen people pour their heart out when high, I chose to opt the unclichéd way. Let's call it a hangover write-up. My legs hurt badly so I stop. I am at this square and Ranjeet Singh is on his duty. I watch his moves for a while and write again. I remember meeting him last year in this event where he shared his life story. Last year reminds me of another event- encounter with you. It's been nearly 10 months I have known (not literally known) you, but funny how time flies so fast! I watched this movie lately where the protagonist quotes, "When you don't know someone, they're more interesting. They can be anything you want them to be." Perhaps that's why I could never get you out of my head all this while. Despite an alarming number of people I witness everyday I was somehow stuck between trying to know and not-to-know you. Just as a biliophile is caught up between the smell of new books and the old ones; as the birds are caged between sky and infinity; or as my solivagant soul wanders between the mountains you visited. And maybe you're the butterfly effect from previous letter. #LettersToThem
