Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Labels and names.

By Sunaina Patnaik at Tuesday, October 17, 2017

"It's getting dark. I should probably leave."
"No, don't. Stay."
"I need to get home."
"We can order pizza."
"I have to leave."
"With your favourite toppings."
"Please, you need to understand."
"I won't stop you from eating it with ketchup."
"It's over."
"What's over?"
"What us?"
"You know what I mean, whatever's between us."
"What do you mean?"
"We cannot do this any longer."
"I don't get it."
"Of course you do! You're just feigning ignorance."
"Is that so?"
"One pizza won't hurt."
"You know we won't stop with the pizza. We'll hurt each other. That's what we do. That's what we always do. Eating a pizza or doing anything for that matter never remain as a simple task of doing."
"What then?"
"I want to know where you're going with this."
"I'm telling you we'll hurt each other. That's what we do."
"Nonono...that's what you do. That's what you always do. You always have this vapid urge to run from everything you feel strongly about. It's what you do. You drop things cold, mid-way and never look back."
"I'm just not looking for someone I can emotionally invest in."
"But do you ever?"
"It doesn't matter.
"It does. At least to me."
"I don't know why we have to run in circles about everything we do. Do you derive some kind of fun from this?"
"I just want to know."
"Know what?"
"What we were."
"Some kind of an unfinished business."
"Is that it?"
"Yeah, not everything needs labels and names, you know?"



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