Shh, It's Just Me And You

I remember those days when I use to be silent for hours and you used to tell tons of stories about yourself.

You living in the academy with almost no smartphone and each day complaining about your cravings for that one phone.

The days which I eagerly wait for you to say that yes there liberty this Sunday and asking me whether I will be able to meet.

I don't know what terms we share I don't what we have between us. The only thing I miss right now is that hour of talk.

Where the only word from my mouth would be "hmm" and you would be telling me your whole day routine. The way you tell about ragdas or so-called punishments, the way you give knowledge to me about those MMG(medium machine gun) and those LMG (light machine gun).

The way I sniff out to a safe place in my house to talk to you at 2 am in the morning.

And we both going to sleep while on call.

Although you hate my silence still I would continue doing it not because I don't feel like it's just that even if I fail to tell you millions of things you tend to understand all of them without any problem.

My silence speaks a lot to you and you also never fail to understand them.

Thanks for being there. And thanks to my silence which speaks to you effectively.