Home
Your apartment feels like home.
In the course of the last few years while I befriended you, as if I befriended your apartment too. Completely unaware of it. I can't recall at what point the walls of your home grew too familiar to me.
I have grown too close to the potted plants in broken coffee mugs, the diwali decor that stays there throughout the year, the kept aside broken window but most of all the sunlight.
As I was brushing today, I realised your place has eleven windows and that leaves us with so many windows that we still did not sit by.
Your place will always be a reminder of shared Maggie's, best of conversations, first times, ugly fights, and of how we said let's go and didn't make a move. And I will never know how to separate your apartment from you.
In the last two years of feeling completely homeless, your apartment gave me a home.
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