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Thursday 12 March 2015

Scribbled Note 1.0

He just meant to send a picture of the chocolate on his table. But I had my eyes on the rest of the contents. You can fairly understand about a person by the way he keeps his table. His was organized in a particular order. The contents had a particular symmetry. And, being a lover of symmetry,  I fell in love with him.

We both take the same medicine. All I needed was the symbol from the bottle cap. So, we both will have a single common entity for our entire lifetime. A small dot, taken 365 times a year until we die.

An Archie's carry pack. The familiar multicolored lines peeked at me.

The more I looked, more common items waved at me. A floss, a plastic box and an ink bottle. The smell he has must come from the perfume. Oh! A black box. But mine has jewellery, unlike his paper bits.

The foreign eraser I'm familiar with, but never had the privilege to own one. My favorite soap that I avoid because of its price. The two letters to which he has a great attachment.

This is the closest I have been with his personal space. Maybe I won't see any further from this level. . .