That fancy watch on that pretty wrist

That cigarette between those thin fingers

The air around

That smile on his face

That frown on hers

Those sly errands

Businesses

Excuses

All contained a pleasure in themselves

Except me.

Pleasure. No pleasure. Didn’t really matter.

 

I was just the ordinary; the usual.

But the exception.

 

– Gursimran Kaur