I don't know much about you, except that you're the younger one of the two brothers. Or that your dad is an actor and your mum is pursuing a Masters in an exotic course. Or that you have perfect hair and lovely collarbones. Or that you went backpacking to India for an entire year. Or how much you love your dog, even though these are her last days. Or that the way you draw is magnificent. Or that the way you look at canvas and paints and get completely lost in them. Or that you're going to go for what you're passionate about, no matter what.
I don't know much about you, except that you're of Indian origin but have chosen United Kingdom to be your home. Or how alike you and I are. Or how your love for Grey's Anatomy is almost as much as mine. Or despite being raised abroad, you haven't forgotten your roots and still come and visit India every break. Or how you've seen more of India than I have. Or how much you love your friends. Or how much you crave your parents' love. Or maybe, you and I...we're soul sisters.
I don't know much about you, except that you walked into the tube drunk and almost tripped on the pole. Or how you got so embarrassed that you kept weeping through the entire journey. Or how I think you had a long way to go because you took the Metropolitan line. Or how the lady on the tube gave you a packet of tissues before leaving. Or how your fingers were intertwined in your husband's fingers and everyone on that train could make out how much you loved each other.
I don't know much about you, except that your parents migrated from Kenya to France a few decades ago. Or that you love Indian tea. Or that you always save green apples for me during breakfast. Or how you love your job of waiting tables at this fancy club only people with salt and pepper hair visit. Or that come what may, you're always full of joy.
I don't know much about you, except that you moved to UK from Jamaica when you were six and have ever since lived and loved this country. Or how, instead of one, you have two homes. Or how you're so afraid of foxes but love squirrels. Or how, despite of all your flaws and imperfections, you seem perfect.
I don't know much about you, except that you're the lady at the till in Bershka from Poland who loves Primark and can go on and on about how much you love their clothes. Or how you're so vibrant and full of life with that bright red lipstick you're wearing. Or how, in the midst of the white floor and walls, your pink outfit stands out(just like you in a crowd)
I don't know much about you, except that you're homeless and sit outside the Sainsbury's in Mayfair. Or that I make sure to leave 1 pound for you every day when I go out to get some dessert/coffee. Or how you smile at me everyday. Or how...deep down I wish you had a home.
I don't know much about anyone, really. However, what I know is that everyone has a story. An unfinished, incomplete story. A story they're trying to add to every single day of their life...a story even when complete will always be...unfinished.
PS : The people I'm talking about are some of the people I came across in England while I was there for the summer. It's sort of a travel-blog-post. So, in memory of all the beautiful people I met, I decided to write this.
I don't know much about you, except that you're of Indian origin but have chosen United Kingdom to be your home. Or how alike you and I are. Or how your love for Grey's Anatomy is almost as much as mine. Or despite being raised abroad, you haven't forgotten your roots and still come and visit India every break. Or how you've seen more of India than I have. Or how much you love your friends. Or how much you crave your parents' love. Or maybe, you and I...we're soul sisters.
I don't know much about you, except that you walked into the tube drunk and almost tripped on the pole. Or how you got so embarrassed that you kept weeping through the entire journey. Or how I think you had a long way to go because you took the Metropolitan line. Or how the lady on the tube gave you a packet of tissues before leaving. Or how your fingers were intertwined in your husband's fingers and everyone on that train could make out how much you loved each other.
I don't know much about you, except that your parents migrated from Kenya to France a few decades ago. Or that you love Indian tea. Or that you always save green apples for me during breakfast. Or how you love your job of waiting tables at this fancy club only people with salt and pepper hair visit. Or that come what may, you're always full of joy.
I don't know much about you, except that you moved to UK from Jamaica when you were six and have ever since lived and loved this country. Or how, instead of one, you have two homes. Or how you're so afraid of foxes but love squirrels. Or how, despite of all your flaws and imperfections, you seem perfect.
I don't know much about you, except that you're the lady at the till in Bershka from Poland who loves Primark and can go on and on about how much you love their clothes. Or how you're so vibrant and full of life with that bright red lipstick you're wearing. Or how, in the midst of the white floor and walls, your pink outfit stands out(just like you in a crowd)
I don't know much about you, except that you're homeless and sit outside the Sainsbury's in Mayfair. Or that I make sure to leave 1 pound for you every day when I go out to get some dessert/coffee. Or how you smile at me everyday. Or how...deep down I wish you had a home.
I don't know much about anyone, really. However, what I know is that everyone has a story. An unfinished, incomplete story. A story they're trying to add to every single day of their life...a story even when complete will always be...unfinished.
PS : The people I'm talking about are some of the people I came across in England while I was there for the summer. It's sort of a travel-blog-post. So, in memory of all the beautiful people I met, I decided to write this.
