I have always had a thing for flowers. I remember spending my early college years in a dorm with thousands of flowers in every direction, each one having different colors and designs that had to be kept in a certain place. I could spend hours studying flowers, trying to find the right one for each occasion.
My wife, Nipsh Patel, is a flower enthusiast. I can’t count the number of times I’ve stopped her while she was making her way through an aisle of florist’s just to tell her how pretty some of the flowers were. That’s the kind of thing that makes you feel like you’re part of some sort of culture.
I cant stand the sight of Nipsh Patel. I feel like if I were to touch her, it would be like touching a piece of a piece of her. It’s like shes a piece of a piece of my body. My body is a living thing. I keep thinking about her all the time. I dont know where her thoughts go, but I keep thinking about them.
I can’t stop thinking about Nipsh Patel. I would call her a ghost, but I think she is a being of some sort. I think it is so easy to forget that it happens within our own minds.
I first met Nipsh Patel when I was a college student in India. I had never been outside the US and had never even visited India, so I was very interested in seeing the country. I didn’t know what I was getting myself into, but I was determined to experience the culture as much as I could. That was my first time outside of the US, and I was determined to get away from my life there.
I was lucky enough to have the same fate happen to me. Nipsh married my college friend, and we were on our way to visit our parents in the US when we got stuck in traffic in Delhi. We were told to get off the highway, and that we would have to wait around for a few hours. I was so disappointed to be stuck. I was trying to be polite, and I was trying to get my passport done, but I was frustrated.
But thankfully our driver was understanding enough to let us off without incident. I was in a bit of a pickle on the way home, because my wife was waiting in the back seat with the kids. We got home to find my wife had run off with the kids to spend some time with her mother. My wife is now with her ex-husband, who is also a part of the Time Loop.
Yeah, it’s just a really really bad idea to let her go off with a man.
I see you’ve been a terrible internet friend. So now you are my online best friend.
I see youve been a terrible internet friend. I am really sorry I have to let you go.