In one sitting

I have been waiting, for over a week now. Waiting is not that hard. The real pain is in the thoughts that scratch your soul like it was glass, with their thin tin nails. A proper screech. Then it was all over with a single sight of your text. And the real joy was in the anticipation of that moment, the preparation that goes in vain and the impulsive actions that wins the day. I smiled to the thought of it while having bath. It must have been a while I think. Cause there was a pinch of pain, like you are working out a muscle that you haven’t even flinched in a while or forever. Yes, we met. We spoke like we will never run out of words. Of all the earthly things and the other worldly things that we could talk about. But in a moment within those moments, I feel I don’t deserve this. This wonderful moment which is gonna be the peak that I fall from. I feel lost like looking for the bottle cap that I dropped on a crowded street where people are always on a rush. May be there is a big discount in the near by store or all of them, may be everyone is on a hurry to get on the last train to get home for supper. Meanwhile the bottle of fruit juice I opened is shrinking slowly waiting to spill, while the crowd is unaware of my staining issue, they just go on a rampage on the bottle cover, the innocent poor thing being pushed and crushed across the heaving street. Making me almost feel guilty for dropping it. Then I see you uttering the nonsense we both don’t care about. I smiled as I sipped the juice. You can’t save it for later without the cap.