That stadium where we first met.
Just you and me and a thousand other people.
Fate or luck.
Doesn’t matter.
That bookshop where you found me.
Three days later.
Enthralled by pages.
By then, enthralled by you.
Those walls that heard us laugh.
Never getting tired of our conversations
Gave us a place to just be.
I swear—just those four walls—set me free.
A thousand new strangers.
Many other enchanted readers.
Few more first conversations.
The trace of you and me, long gone.
But I still call them all.
Our places
-Tavleen
