I don’t have poetry or pretty words.

They wanted me out tonight. I guess it was a sort of goodbye. Goodbyes are a safety measure. There are no expectations and even if something unexpected happens, there are no regrets. And goodbyes are much more dramatic.

The thing is the closer it get’s to the date of departure, the more I want to stay away from people.

I said I don’t want to go out tonight. Why don’t you want to spend time with me, she asked.

I’ll walk with you in Auroville. I’ll watch that awful Soleri documentary with you. I’ll shoot with you in George Town. I’ll sketch with you in Triplicane. I’ll share lime juice with you in Tea Kadai. I’ll make a bamboo bed with you in your terrace. I’ll eat bajji with you in the beach.

I don’t want my goodbyes with a group of strangers. I’d rather tell you see you later, one friend at a time.

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