It's good to wake up in the breaks of thoughts The days feels lengthy as if you are breathing from past 48 hours non stop Sensing every bit of it In the lungs and out of heart Trying to feel his presence Unlocking the phone was natural And admist all the ting tong I find my smile shying back It wasn't him this time Instead that one friend had found his space back in to the head yesterday night I had revisited all our gossips within a fraction of seconds And I missed him often He had the habit of asking me for chai Which meant we would be talking Talking about our lost smiles Talking about that one person we miss every morning The good thing to narrate to him about him Was I had never found a judgment for me in his eyes May be they never mattered him May be he just listened to me for that moment But it felt good to say a thousand words, a thousand times and still see him smiling Sometimes over my stupidity Sometimes over my stories some in the air and...