I came home running just to talk to you. I have almost an hour. It is a long time. But your mood was off. You cut me off coldly. “Tomorrow I will talk to you” you said and when I was in mid sentence you have hanged up. I feel a lump in my throat, a heavy lump, trying to stop my breathing. If it succeed, there will be no tomorrow for you to hear me. The time is now, the place is here.
Tomorrow is now….