I'm tired. Kinda tired. A little tired. No. Not a little. I'm exhausted.

If only I can get away from all of these.

I remembered something. There was this time I use to really believe that we would come face to face. Not just anywhere. I saw us. In your little hometown. In Jammu.

I've always loved the mountains, the weather, the climate, the trees. And it was the perfect place.

Someday I will forget all this.

But for now, I still say, I was the one, Subhrat. I am the one. But maybe you're just not the one.