Stranger love

 In this world there is hardly a person that I hate, on a personal level till date.

There are people who I am irritated with, or they bug me , or some who make me wonder and question their existence.


But nothing lasts forever,

Things change, enter this person who I have no idea is,

We crossed paths for a brief moment, that to end of my day when I am going back home from work and wait for my train.


This girl, she sits in the steps and is always on a phone call,

She talks every single day, while she waits.


Over the phone she is always arguing over something, every single day she has a point to argue, that sound of her being on that call irritates me on so many levels.


Even on a normal day, he resting face is like, so grumpy, as if she has sucked the joy out of the whole world.

So much so that my bad day, just looking at her makes it worse.

This is coming from me, a person who is very very patient with things and encourages others to talk about their issues,


This one person has thought me the definition of genuine hate.


I wonder, only if looking at her face makes me want to embrace sadness, because that feels warmer than her grumpy face, what would be the status of the person who is on the other side of the call.

What medication will he/she be on.


I didn’t even try to over hear the conversation.

I didn’t want to have depressing thoughts,

I feel like I have met a real life dementor.

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