The London buses are delayed and people ooze out and in

I don’t know what I am doing here, but it’s a pause – a button that waits when there is noise on both sides…

I could not let myself un-hear and un-listen to the conversations of two friends whose faces were joined to mine in the packed overground

I don’t know what I am doing here, but its a void, when you stare with a blank gaze outside the window and some stranger thinks that you are looking at them..

I dont know what I am doing here, but the London eye is pink, and the campus is gorgeous-sombre in its silent shadows…

Both my aunts are buried in the same ground, flowers on top, far away from me, while some people are busy in not being nice to each other…

The woman sitting next to me is humming something in a duck like voice, summer is leaving, british autumn 🍂 is offering more brown in vogue…

I dont know what I am doing here, but I know that there are things to do…