Confession
This one is for Kitty
I am sorry if I have wronged you, I am bound by my duties.
Two days back I dreamt of you. We were walking down some street, it was a mix of Hong Kong and our old office street. We were close. We felt close. We were looking for the right place and right tattoo for you. And we kiss. A small, expressive kiss. Then you made a gesture, reminding me. I pause, then shrug, and then kiss you once more. Then we find the tattoo place. It was hazy then, did I leave you there, did I wait for you outside? Was I there by your side?
Let me be truthful to myself, if not anyone else. I love you. I feel pathetic telling this, but thats the truth.
Bound by habits, the interpretation: Hong Kong: our first secret. Tattoo: You. The uncertainty: present.
