She's sitting in the balcony, phone in her hand - going through their old messages. Her left temple has started to feel like it'll burst from all the throbbing it's been doing for the past half hour. She's been doing it again - overthinking, overanalysing everything. Irritated, she gets up to fetch a couple of migraine pills from her room. She stops mid way and turns to the kitchen. She hasn't turned to coffee for a long time now, but today she suddenly wants to see if it'd still come to her rescue. She was back to the balcony in a few minutes, this time with coffee and earphones. She plugs the earphones in and set the music player to shuffle. She looked over the horizon and found it uncannily familiar. This used to be her go-to routine every evening till a couple years ago. She would get some coffee from the hostel mess in the evening with her roommate and they'd rush to the terrace to occupy their 'adda' as they used to call it. The sun would hav...
A fresh start at writing. Yes, again! Thanks to my procrastinating skills. Although, I am sure, this will be more spontaneous than my last effort, considering I scribble a lot these days. Comparatively! :P