The Itinerant in the Himalayas
Reaching you was hell of a task and sent me into uncountable bouts of breathlessness and I swore I would never come back to you....
Reaching you was hell of a task and sent me into uncountable bouts of breathlessness and I swore I would never come back to you. After leaving you, I lost my appetite straight for three days, I was relieved that I will never come back for you. But memories are a bitch. Those 8 AM sunrises that started with hot hot ginger, lemon and honey water. Glad that I could not get a signal up on you, I would sit there and watch you just blow cold cold air, no matter how hot the sun shone. Shamelessly stuffed my face...
