I saw you on that fine morning, sitting below that tree, all alone.
I came to you, talked to you. You were glad to make a new friend... Me too.
Then I started feeling something, something I tried to control. Maybe you noticed it... Maybe you didn't.
You play along... Then you feign interest. Then you drop your bag of insecurities on me and run away.
I'm left alone, standing in this rain, holding your baggage . And I see your shadow, far away, under an umbrella.
As I move closer, I see another shape with you under the umbrella. And you turn and tell me... 'Keep the baggage' and walk away.
- Sachin Nath
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