Tonight, I want to fall in love with a stranger . A stranger . Maybe I will find her on the lanes I walk, or somewhere near the highway coffee shop. I want to catch hold of her, and talk to her about life, about love. I want to talk to her about my ambivalent days and my stressful, yet peaceful nights. I want to talk to her about my last love poem when I don’t believe in love. I want to talk to her about god, being an atheist. I want to tell her how much I adore tattoos and how much I want to travel the world. I want to know her idea of favourite countries and maybe I add that up in my list being the reason. I want to be hers now. Only hers ‘now’. I want her to know how much I want her to be a part of me. I want to lie down on the grass with her counting stars and see if the number matches. I want to fall for her and make her fall for me just for once. Just for the moment. I want her to figure out how chaotic I sound. I want her to tell me how cluttered or how sorte...