Yash Soni

I am one of them, in almost every aspect. Just that when it comes to love, I'm a little different from my friends. It's surprising how love is found, made and how all these emotions are expressed, all over texts. All I have done is write letters, some 10 of them, and kept them with me. (Even my best doesn't know.) Every morning in a hall filled with closed eyes, I keep mine open, to look at you, peacefully. Don't even ask me about the number of times I stroll, near the stairs, in that corridor, or near the field, hoping to see you. Just once, maybe. I can never understand how without even thinking about it, they randomly mention each other on social media. I don't remember the number of times I have typed your name, long pressed the backspace key, afraid, overthinking, before tagging you. You know, they meet almost every day, click tons of pictures too, in uncountable poses. The occasions we meet are a few birthday parties. And pictures? I hav