Dudurudh

It has been one whole dumbass year since I hugged many a dear friend so tightly and said i won’t be dramatic today because i’ll be back in 3 months and i sat, finally, by myself, on the bare wooden floor of my packed up house and wept and wept and went on a walk to owls head park for the last time in a long time to watch the ships sail past staten island and the night descend on the manhattan skyline until i’d had enough of the drama of the occasion which i’d said won’t be dramatic at all because i’ll be back in 3 months to see Freddo roll on his belly and to make bhel puri with too many ingredients missing and to be reminded that we’re in the silent car of the NJ Transit and to play FIFA endlessly and to scavenge for good Indian food and to complain about rent and salary and buying the Cloisters and to (not) working from home together and laughing and crying and hugging and smiling and sitting in silence and and and and…

I know it’s been one whole dumbass year but believe me when i say that this time is different, as was the last time, that i don’t want to be dramatic today because i’ll be back in 3 months and i miss you.