Conversations and Chai
There is love; beneath the cackle, irrational dispositions, chipped nail polish and even in unanswered calls for saving. There is love; forgotten in the words that don’t mean a thing; diluted in cold drinks like ice. There is love; in the space between two meetings apart enough that you could get to the capital and back. There is love; silent, sighing, and unsaid.
It’s sometimes found over the smallest of things. And we don’t even notice. But there is love. It’s holding up this chaotic world.