Saturday

Me: Of all the revolutions around the Sun, it was only for the smallest of arcs where I lived the life of a wanderer.

🧠: But you let me wander all the time.

Me: I just wanted to see what it felt like.

🧠: And?

Me: I wish that we both did the same thing. I wish that you stop, so I don’t contemplate chasing after you. Either you stay or we both wander; together.

🧠: Or we could stay locked in this stasis. You be the Sun and I’ll wander. But I promise that you’ll always know where my arc is; forever.

Oct 17, 2020
Feeling fatherly

Ronak Baldha
He writes code, cooks food, and ruminates.