As usual, as nature has it, and as it has also been inscribed in the archaic books of history, time flies like wind when you are having the hang of life. Time is always against us during happy times.
It's on a breezy twilight of Thursday, and I am on the balcony, savoring the raw aura and watching as darkness dominate the light. It's surging in with a screaming lull that tickles with dread, reminding me that the party is set for tomorrow night.
Tomorrow!
It's not so much about the party that baffles me! No. The day itself is the dilemma. Tomorrow marks the exact last, or is it our presumed, last day of the five months of the contract. The period is over. We are supposed to part ways tomorrow.
Tomorrow?!
Can you believe it?
Because I can't!
No matter how I try to come to terms,
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