(On friendship breakups with people who are still our friends)
When I texted you multiple times during the last year, I was sick and tired of your nonchalance.
Yes life could beat us all up, but I never understood the karmic account of punishing someone else for someone else’s sins.
I became friendless because you became careless.
And now, every now and then, I come across a meme or a quote that I wish to share with you. I even open up our WhatsApp chat. And then I don’t text you.
People have some tolerance for nonchalance. I have exhausted mine. Without you ever being aware of it.
So when you text me, I wonder, do you really care, or do you simply want to have someone who cares for you without caring a dime. (Absolutely not related, but “bhulega dil jis din tumhein wo din zindagi ka aakhiri din hoga” is playing on another browser on my Spotify.)
Sometimes we get up and leave, and people do not even realise. And I do not know, which one of these two is the worse part.
