There's something so comforting about familiarity.something warm and nice and cosy.
And I have become so used to that.so used to the pink walls with the graffiti,so used to the little balcony where there is no dearth of sunshine,so used to the music,the bed,the smell of smoke,the happiness,the little stolen joys,the togetherness.
It's hard to let go.
3 comments:
you know i thought letting go would be very tough too..but time has this weird way of getting back at you and making you realise that letting go is not upto you, time makes us do that.
Nice piece of writing. Made my home come alive suddenly.
i like what little boxes wrote. I wanted to write the same thing but I couldn't have said it better myself.
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