You called, again.
When it rang, my stomach fluttered, it cried to pick it.
But in the flash of the seconds, all my cries came to living.

I picked it.

It was such a relief when I heard your voice,
To know that you’re okay
To know that you’re breathing,
To know that you still care.

You asked me, how am I?
How could I say I am miserable,
It would be a betrayal to my pseudo existence of freedom
So I replied,
I’m good.

We talked, till the moon dimmed into the hope of the day,
And till, we promised each other, that we would meet again,
12th October.

What is so special about that date, you ask me,
I didn’t reply,
But in my mind, my love, this date marked the beginning of my rebirth.

You said we won’t talk till then,
I smiled, forgetting all the pain you ever gave me.

I will still look for my freedom,
I will still find my love,
And I will still despise you, in disguise.