Index Of Hum Tum Link

You looking away from the lens. Me looking at you looking away. It’s the most honest thing we ever made. The index classifies it under: Truth.

It sits at the very back, like a forgotten appendix. No page number. Because we never turned to that page. But the index lists it anyway, in faint, ghostly type: Love. See: Hum Tum. Index Of Hum Tum

Indexed under Train stations, coffee cups gone cold, and the hinge of a door that will never open the same way again. Also under See you later —because you refused to say goodbye. You looking away from the lens

A classic entry. Page twenty-three of our internal lexicon. You said rain was a melancholy of the sky; I said it was a celebration of the earth. We didn’t speak for three hours. Then you pulled me outside, and we stood getting soaked until we forgot who was right. The index here is not a word, but a wet sleeve touching a wet sleeve. The index classifies it under: Truth

Not the angry kind. The one that falls between two people who have run out of small talk and are terrified of the large talk. This index entry reads: See also: courage.

“I can’t sleep.” “Neither can I.” That’s the whole entry. It appears twice in the index—once under Loneliness , once under Home .