The Life and Times of S

Sunday morning at the bookstore.

My iPod.
And my favourite song.
Morning latte.
Extra hot.
Just the way I like it.

Sunday newspaper.
Editorial.
About Pakistan.
And its upcoming elections.

I look up. And around.
Searching.
For a face.
That once used to be familiar.

Maybe.
Just by chance.
Someday.
Somewhere.
Somehow.
If only for a moment.

I sigh.
And continue to read.

posted by S @ 4:31 PM