Today.
Today I’m going to write. This is something that I’ve been saying to myself from the past couple of days. But whenever ‘today’ comes, it comes with a hesitant jolt. It makes me wonder where did I lose my ‘today’, whether in the endless creases of the bed sheet that caresses me all day or in the never ending loop between Instagram’s stories and Snapchat’s mindless streaks. So, ‘today’ passed again. I felt like checking up on a friend but I didn’t. Also, probably because I do believe in the saying that says you cannot pour from an empty cup. But that’s okay, you can always text them. That way a whole cascade of pretending to be okay in the moment can be avoided and I guess it’s okay to be this way on some days, a little voided. ‘Today’, I read somewhere that love grips you by the hand and makes you stay but that made me sit down and question a whole lot. Perhaps that's why all the silly but honest analogies I made about love went into vain. Remember talking on the phone after m...