I'm outside the train station and I see you, walking towards me, Me in my black jumpsuit and clenched fists. I look across the street and there we are, With our fingers entwined, like it meant something. Now I'm looking up the staircase, the one I descended, After we argued about everything that makes me who I am. I lie down, where you lay, and try to trace your … [Read more...]
Aanchal Ghai "fiercely passionate about writing with a tatoo to prove it" and truly "hilarious".