Remember how you wished for everyday to be a lazy Sunday afternoon? All you wanted to do was lay in bed, read Catcher In The Rye, lick peanut butter off the same spoon and laugh at the little humour we created for ourselves.
How life was just about excelling in these things, these petty things. How we didn’t have to worry about anything else in the world but washing the utensils after the day was over.
We failed to realize that there was something outside our 2 BHK apartment. That there is a world outside that’s requires our participation as much as we need the sun to come up in the sky right on time.
And no matter how much I’d not want to let go of the simple luxuries of being with you, there was something we both needed to do apart from laughing at the same jokes.
How comforting it felt to have our legs entangled among themselves, and just lay on the the bed for hours and not have any sense of what time in the day it was. To not have anything but ourselves to worry about was such an exasperating feeling!
But when days went by, we felt this sudden hollowness inside the both the us. We didn’t seem to understand what was going on. Until tonight, you made me hot chocolate and sat across the chair to make me understand the importance of our existence. “There is something that we need to do. We can’t just be here all day, doing nothing but laying in bed. Let’s get out there and win the world over love!”
Infinite boulevard 