Theory of Soulmates

Sitting in a room lit only by the pale hue of a lamp in a corner, I twirl the glass of double malt whisky on the rocks. Mild clinking of ice-cubes soothes a little my heavy head which keeps on bobbling on its own weight. I look at the illuminating buildings outside my window as…

Context

Why I say what I say: Maybe, I mean exactly what I say. Or maybe not. Maybe, I don’t want you to know what I don’t say. Or maybe, I want you to figure out that there are few unsaid things. Maybe, I’m trying to manipulate you. Maybe, I want you to unnecessarily think about…