Our Story.

I still remember the first time I saw you.

You sat facing me in a crowded public bus.We were less than a feet apart, so close that I knew I could touch your beautiful face if I extended a trembling hand.
You were oblivious.You reclined on the seat with your earphones plugged in, your eyes shut in quiet contentment.I remember the way you drummed your fingers to the rhythm of music, how your eyes crinkled up as the sunlight hit their genial brown, the pair of miniature swords tattooed on your collar bone, peeking from under your Rolling Stones shirt.

I remember everything.

Starting Afresh.

I'm bringing this blog back from the dead.
I don't expect to post either at length or at a consistent frequency, but I will commit to salvaging an outlet of expression that meant something to me not too long ago.
All criticism will be highly appreciated.