I can no longer say Goodbye. Not when I won’t see you for a month,and then another. Not when I won’t see you just for tomorrow. Not when you are leaving the city on work. Or just leaving for an 8-hour day at the office. Not when I peck you, as I leave to make my way through the maze of presentations, and timelines, and frantic Bombay traffic that is my day.
I prefer to sleep. I prefer to mumble. I prefer to be buried busily in another book, and reading the newspaper, and checking a message, and wolf down a ham and cheese sandwich. And, I prefer not to think about it.
How horrid. What an evil little word. Thoughtless big thing.