At 23 let us count the thingsWe have lost to the fire:We entered the CorporateWe skipped the breakfastOn Monday morningsWe are chasing the Yellow Line to GurgaonOn FacebookA friend feels sad about not being able to continuePolitical activismOn Friday eveningsWe are carrying cheap alcohol with bare handsAnd reading up on places within 300km radius in desperationAfter lunchI am weaving poems on the beauty of her presenceWhenFriend from Bangalore says“it is a young professional’s city. sex is in the air”But even then at timesWe all prefer coffee-dates to hook-upsAndFever relieves us on special daysWe shoot an email CCing HRsAnd sit around the whole dayDoing nothing,Doing absolutely nothing.