It is an irony that the cab reached the foot of my apartment at 12 midnight sharp.It should be the end of the miserable day I have had. I told myself.

“You should be spending time on this day with people who you love and love you,’ justified a girlie when asked why I should be heading out.

I shouldn’t be here then.

And yes, I shouldn’t be here.

Only if I had made the correct decision to be with her.

Phone call came in right after my shower.

And it would have felt so much better if I had heard her voice a little longer when I halted Mum to get her on the phone again.

But no, she hung up on me, leaving me holding on to the receiver in the silent room for a few more seconds than necessary.

And then, the dam broke.

She doesn’t need me.

And yes, I am back to being alone again.

Alone in the office. Alone in the crowd. Alone in the darkness of my room.

If ever I felt I am close to the brink of PNB, I think, this is it.