Have Some Pride

It’s certainly not love
Leave no room for doubt.
Doesn’t look like budding friendship either
So it shall be, day in and day out.

Though you might think so
Neither is it getting to know.
And if you’re unable to see
Retrospect, shall we? Continue reading

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You’re My End And My Beginning

Whatte’ song! When I first heard it a few months ago, I detested it. But my friend loved it (understandably so since she’s soon expected to wed her now fiance and a lover of many years) so much so that she would play it on loop, days at end, and I had no choice but to bear with her. But, the song is so beautiful per se that it grew on me. And when I played it today after a couple of months, I did the same- looped it!

How can the universe to do this to me? Sigh. This just cannot be happening. ‘The Boy Worth The Wait’ hasn’t even spoken to me properly as yet!

But hey, this song weaves an unrealistically ideal tapestry of love. John Legend, misleads us into hoping for something as perfect as what he and his wife have, apparently.

Just Another Day

Well, it really is just another day!

I Found My Answer

I waited for you to kiss me.
In your stillness, I found my answer.

I waited for your hand to hold mine.
Seeing the phone in yours, I found my answer.

I waited for a word from you.
In your silence, I found my answer.

Before I could wait for something again,
I wrote this, and found my answer.

That’s life.

How We Happened

(Written on May 30th, 2013. Previously appeared on Facebook.)

April 15th, 2006. Moon Light Dinner. Shantanu Mishra was apparently given a ‘dare’ to go up to Oshin Vipra Sagar and give her a ‘Child Rights and You’ wristband. He asks a friend to call her and when she is right in front of him, he extends his hand within a fraction of a second, holds hers, shakes and utters what seemed like an automated message “Hi! I am Shantanu Mishra, class tenth”. Well, then he slides the wrist band against her hand, and, there she was, smitten by the loving touch of his skin against hers. First such experience as a teen, the anxious girl could not offer compliance. Just goes away, without having seen his face clearly. But the touch embedded in her unconscious, every bit of it.
The following morning he sends a friend of his to call her. The friend barges into the girl’s hostel, announcing Shantanu wants to talk to Oshin. Well, next was the obvious. It was a middle school girl’s hostel! Giggles, and giggles, and more giggles.
The girl, shy, blushing like a tomato, (and a little embarrassed too), walks out with his friend and one of hers, to ‘inquire’ what he wants to talk about.
Her heart was racing. She was shy, and everything was happening too fast.
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A Retrospective Reverie

She lay on her side looking at the helix as it hung from the ceiling, twirling colors causing an onset of hypnosis of some sort. Clenched between her teeth was, a red fountain pen, its black ink drying at the steel nib; while she held onto a jacquard turquoise cushion. Yes, she had gotten used to keeping her arms around something. Continue reading