Hyderabad: 9 March 2022: As I get used at everything, the vibes of country love songs and old theatres, your screaming touch and sincere kisses, between counting burdens and caressing dreams like proses written on parchments— I hope that the stars never look at us as something that can't be. I hope we won't ever be of those nightfalls we tried to outrun or the days we dreaded so much for being too long. I could tell the heavens and hells that they can go snap. But for the love of all moons, just please don't take this away from me. Just don't.