Not all letters are readable. Not all lists are understandable. No. 1: If we ever cross paths in future, I bet you'll see me crushing a handful of my own t-shirt to dust at the sight of you. Placing one plan over the other, I'll crumble all the images and series of memories we gifted eachother accidentally. No. 2: If I ever come shouting "Muflia! Muflia!", please set aside the ceramic bowls, scriptures and sculptures. My forehead might hit yours; I'll create a scene as if nothing happened. You then, make it a point to leave as fast as you can, before I turn
