December 20, 2015
Wristwood and the Olden days
I loved how he was; a perfect blend of everything old and new. And that is how he made me too. In two years of being with him, I had become a mirror image of him. I preferred eggs scrambled over boiled, tea over coffee, Xbox over brunches and late nights over my beauty sleep. I didn’t mind those conversations about cricket; in fact I had started liking them.