I lived in New York and something stayed there…

The grass is always greener…?!

Virag, why don’t you write? 

A ticking bomb in my soul. Something that wants to happen but I hold it back.
So, really. Why don’t I write?

‘I used to cry but I don’t have time…’ – this is the only answer I get while asking my question aloud under the shower.
I am in tears. The warm water caresses my body. I am standing with eyes closed. I can’t breath. I direct the water towards my face. I let the water wash away the drops that fall from the corner of my eyes.
It is not something new. I do this sometimes. I do when I want to hide my tears from myself. My heart pulses. My breathing is wheezy.

Actually I am happy.

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