“What is someone like me doing with someone like you? “What are you doing with someone like me?” “Don’t look at me like that, Riyaan!”...

You can call me a fool, Laugh on my stupidity, Get annoyed on my idiotic decisions, Be overwhelmed with my overthinking, But believe me...

It hurts me to impeccable depths, Things said and unsaid, Tones of voices and shades blue, Why do I care when you don’t do? It hurts me...

Some people never ask you how you’re doing. They just come to you or just text you about whatever they’re concerned with and vanish into...

At times I could be a warm person who would even ask a strangers if they’re okay or not when I sense something might not be right. I care...