You and me. Sit at an arm's length. Your words reach me at a particular decibel. That distance is our world. And then one evening, you come closer, whisper into my ear. Something changes, fundamentally.
And then on a monsoon afternoon - you sit, eighteen feet away. I can see your animated face and hands do a hilarious dance. Trying to tell me things.
It is funny how distance changes our world. Sit too close to the television, and it blows up in your face. Go closer to an area of conflict, and the newspaper makes no sense. Lean to kiss someone not wanting to reciprocate, and it leaves you an awkward two.
That day, when you messed with distance. I learnt.
That an arm's length is the safest place on earth.
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