Stranded

7.00 pm:

It is kinda funny how it is the exact hour of 7 as i look down at my watch. Things usually don’t matchup this easy in my life.

Here i am, on a rainy evening, sitting by the breeze by my window, dodging the lightening bolts outside, looking down my phone screen. The call should have come already, it is past the time I had expected. As far as I had assumed, it should have been by 5. By my side lay my bag, filled up with as much things as I could compress in. And in my heart an anticipation of how I would be leaving. But the wait is getting on with me now.

The last time we spoke ,I felt reassured that I would have a good time…