that 25 track playlist

Hard drives---it is so strange that my story is about it. About what I found in a hard drive and eventually it lead me to something. 

Lead me somewhere.

A friend gave me one, to fill some music. 

I did the task. 

And then…

Because it was a 1 TB object with contents that ranged from movies…documents...records…pictures…I was exploring the device (we all do that).

Not much information, it was one of the worst explorations ever and just a few minutes before I was about to detach the 1 TB boring object I came across a folder…

Had someone’s name (a HE by gender).

I opened it, heard it—some 25 odd songs—

******

Love is weird, or my life has been way to dramatic to term it weird...it is!!

I fell in love—with the 25 odd songs which I knew didn’t belong to my friend. 

If you hear good music, you better be good--- Definition of good music is variable but I am referring to the affinity that you develop with somebody listening to a similar taste as yours— I developed a similar affinity to this 25 song stranger.

Well…who did they belong to? 

Did I know him in a common circle…

Somewhere?

That question topped the charts—

Next day was closure.

I handed over the hard drive to my friend and opened that folder of 25 songs) …

Who do they belong to?

I love them all, I have saved them …tell me who is he?

My friend gave me a very normal expression—by that I mean he woudn’t show tantrums of not helping me with this..it was a blank face.

Well, that’s all I have! He replied.

And you mean by that…my eyes as big as they can be…

He is no more!

As I said---Love stories are weird.

Listening to the 25 track folder…