delhi.
in this month, the city's embrace is oppressively sultry and repulsively arresting. like the sweaty, unsteady hold of a co-dependent ex-lover with whom you have just had force-of-habit sex that was stripped of its emotional intent long ago. ashamed at your degradation into a scavenger picking away at the rotten carcass of your relationship, you promise to pull yourself away to a new place. your heart is parched and it longs for the resuscitation of a new beginning. but the still, stale air is pregnant with the promise of change. the clouds of redemption are already darkening the horizons. patience. patience. and so you stay back for a brief monsoon. and another season rolls past.
and so the seasons come and go.
we have a bond, delhi. and here i am, again.
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no ms. wendi, this piece has no reference to any intent of committing further stupidities.
hahahaahahahah!
this is what i was about to type - "should i take this as Another moronic confession, you foooool!!!???"
thankfully now i won't. god bless and god speed (up processes of change etc)
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