I am feeling this sudden pain for you. I do not know how you are keeping, how many tears you've shed, whether that typewriter room-mate of yours has stopped talking for tonight, what music the Sri-Lankan "dude" is playing. I donot know if you still feel meaowy-meaowy or tender when you think of me, whether amma calls every morning asking you about me.

I just know that I have closed one door, not stopped loving you but stopped remembering how the room looks like behind the door I have closed.

I know you will be fine

I will be fine

And one day we would have moved on.