Online – Both of us on our screens Talking to others Or maybe looking At each other’s profiles, As we stare at the six letter word That flashes in front of our eyes, Filling us with the question – ‘Are you talking to someone else, tonight?’ A question we can’t ask, Because we’ve lost those rights. Yes, I talk to someone else And so do you. And just like this, So do our new someones Think about the someones From their past, too But I still stare at your name On my phone’s screen Wishing we still had that telepathy Where you’d know I’m waiting For you to drop a text, maybe. But it’s dead, like most millennial relationships So I stare instead – At a screen, once in a while Hoping that maybe You too, stare back at me. -Arunima Gururani is a 24-year-old based in Delhi and is passionate about social justice issues and fiction.
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