confessions..

I take your pauses as excerpts,
and go through the day remembering them, just to keep myself sane..
All kinds of it,
one for nostalgia,
another an innocent contemplation,
a few for longing,
and my favourite one,
where I sense a perfect tiny grin on the other end..
It floats along the windows with the clouds,
ransacking my apartment at the paradise..literally and mathematically(in your words).
All the while when you sing along the distinct hum of a vacuum cleaner,
and me,
equally weird,
try snuggling up to your voice in my head..