how anything
can be random?
At least for me,
even randomness
comes in a pattern.
In those random
moments I remember
you. How you randomly
used to come
and smile.
In one of those
random moments you
confessed attraction,
I confessed love
and you took my cue.
We randomly started
roaming down
the lanes and
you randomly asked
me to marry you.
I said yes – it
wasn't random then,
but now that I
look back and think
It seems the randomest.
Now I am at a random
point again where
down the n-th glass
of a random drink
I ask you to prove
your love for me.
How random, you
might feel. But
trust me it's not, I have
travelled this random road.
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