Girish,

Today I found a letter I had written to you.
It didn't take me long to decide to open it
up and to start reading it. I didn't feel
anything apart from a distant sense of loss. You know, how it feels thinking of dreams from childhood, now dead, cold and buried under youth. Anyway. I was done reading it in less than two minutes.
I realized I had beautiful things to say to someone who didn't want to listen.
I was folding it back when I realized I had messed up the order of the fold. It didn't go back like before. The creases and lines
didn't fit and merge.

Take a hint.
When you ask us to get back together, that's exactly what you're asking for,
and this time, I'm not giving it to you

- The Broken Clock