From introducing me to the alluring world of Marx, Kafka, Hegel. To lying on a rock on a rainy night so that you and I could hear the voices of raindrops together in the stillness of the night. You taught me the art of reveling In the romance of sipping hot milky tea in a steel glass. On those bare walls of my classroom—- 236, Jhelum, I scribbled poetry when you were not looking at me. In that classroom I learnt everything I needed to know….
Only later I realised that you actually didn’t teach me about loss and longing…. Today for that I need to come closer to you once again… So that we can go back to that rock on a rainy night…. Last time the lamp post played the role of an intruder…. This time I just want you and intense darkness