27 is not a nice number.

Impasse.

She wants to know where she she stands. Will this wait last forever? Does she have to wait all her life?

He says that he is helpless. He is trying is the best consolation that he has to offer.

She is chained. Neither can she walk away nor can can she walk with him.

He asks her to decide.

Why is the ball in her court, she wonders.

He does not have any answers.

She wants all of it to end. She wants to be normal with him again. She wants to have that child.

He remains silent.

Silence is not always golden, she whispers.

She wants to know what lies ahead.

He says that there is no fun if one knew what lies ahead.

She does not want the fun. She wants this uncertainty to end.

He says that nothing is certain.

She feels trapped, a noose around her neck.

He sighs. "I am trying", he says.

She wants to know for how long?

He says as long as it takes. He is an optimist.

She feels that he is not an optimist, just a fool.

A long, long time

Three years is a long time. A different city, a different life and a different me. .

Blogging is such an easy and wonderful way to realize how one has changed over the years.

I want to write again. And few years down the line read the posts and discover that I have changed, yet again.

Will you take me amidst the clouds and let me fly high, high and high?

Just an update

Mood: Melancholy

Song am listening to: November Rain/Gin soaked boy

Thinking: If I did the right thing

Missing: The cocoon

Reading: Pride and Prejudice (for the nth time)

Hoping: That I don't end up messing up again and for the rains

Aching for: A trip to the hills/beach

Hating: The spendthrift me, procrastination and the inability to write anything meaningful

Asking: The same question again and again

Dreaming: A walk on the beach/Possessing a nice phoneFeel like killing: All the Mosquitoes of the world

Wearing: Denim shorts and white spaghetti top

Happy about: The coming weekend :) and my new hair style

Sad about: That it won't last for long

Craving for: Some real shopping

Irritated with: Someone for being very, very stupid and dumb

Praying: For Nothing

:) :) :)

I like

I like....


the pitter patter rain drops on a tin roof...
black, white and red...
lying down on my bed and reading...
driving from Shillong to Cherrapunjee amidst the clouds...
talking and smiling to myself...
belgian chocolate ice cream...
the fragrance of fresh flowers in my room...
dreaming and dreaming and dreaming...
savouring good food...
the roads in Delhi...
the phuchkas in Calcutta...
the winter chills and the snow...
sitting on a beach in the middle of the night...
reminiscing the times gone by...
the hills...
when Papa messages me "Dennis the Menace" jokes...
playing with kids...
writing escalation mails at work...
being a woman...
travelling with just a backpack...
sitting on my bean bag and blogging...
my eyes...
dancing till I drop...
gazing at the stars...
google...
laughing out loud...
etc, etc...

Bee and Tee

A rainy/sunny day. Conversation with self. To avoid confusion, the two me’s are called Bee and Tee.

Bee: La la la, dee, dee, dum.

Tee: happy, huh.

Bee: I am, so

Tee: like you have a reason to, who are you fooling?

Bee: eh, moron, I do not need a reason, I am just happy.

Tee: see who the moron here is. Anyways, am getting bored.

Bee: nothing new, with an attention span that is shorter than Rakhi Sawant’s clothes, what is to be expected?

Tee: Come on, its just that my creative bent of mind is not easily satiated.

Bee: You have a mind, I thought the two of us were part of one. I mean we are the same.

Tee: Well this is what I mean. My creative mind has a mind of its own and wants to wander and not just spend the rest of her life by being a part of someone’s mind.

Bee: blob la bucj kajs kitch (sounds not understood by anyone else)

Tee: Whateva!!! Let’s have a real conversation, that might kill my boredom. What are your aspirations?

Bee: uhhh, hmmm, hhhhh (after all kinds of sounds that suggest extreme brooding) None.

Tee: (choking with laughter) You are worse than dead shit, man. I for sure have some aspirations. I want to wear a red dress and seduce that Mr. Sandandingdang. Oh, what fun. Ah, I can just imagine the look on his face, the starry eyes and the look of hunger.

Bee: Eeeow!!! Your aspiration in life is to seduce the biggest dimwit. What is wrong with you?

Tee: Nothing is wrong with me. You never heard the entire thing. Well, I am gonna seduce him and then he gets near me I’d just walk off… I can again see his expression. That will be fun. I can even hear the curses. I love being a woman.

Bee: that definitely sounds better, but not qualitative enough.

Tee: What is qualitative for you is plain boring for me. So, buzz off… Where is my cigarette.

Buzzzz…. Buzzzzzzzz….

Horoscope???? ya again...

To update on the previous post:


The entire day passed... And was nowhere close to sex....


Now I know why Mom always says never to trust horoscopes...


DAMN!!!!!!!!!!!


;)

Horoscope... Really????

My horoscope for the day: you will have casual sex with a friend. Do not forget to use protection.

I stare and stare and stare at the monitor and then laugh inside my mind (er, am at office and can’t laugh out loud). I do not think I have anything more to write on this.