Million things to be done. Million people to call, meet. Million lives left to touch. Speed 200 kmph.
Sleeplessness. Constant smiles. Aching jaws. Fake happiness. Speed, sigh, 225 kmph.
Lunches left, dinners forgotten, breakfast ignored. Shadows beneath the eyes, and throbbing backs. Speed still 235 kmph.
Last minute meets. Last card game with friends. Last train ride. Last book stocked in my library. Speed: 240 kmph
No heart-felt byes. No reason to. No reactions at all.
Last two days. Feels like the end anyway. Too much happening inside my head. Outside- nothing. No reaction. No emotions.
Somebody once told me,
"Showing no reaction is a kind of reaction too"