Don't know whether this is the influence of Lootera or Blink. Sandwiched between unrequited love and snap judgement, I embraced today way I do - with an open mind and without expectations. The only thing was eyes dripping with sleep - which no amount of coffee could wipe away, owing to the thoughtful and sleepless night I spent yesterday. And then morning was apprehensive, like a clouded, enshrouded day. Frankly speaking, known threats kill all the more. I am so so scared of the face-offs that might take away my normal life - and I know this will continue for the next three months.
But then, when Meenu left for vacation for a week, there was such a void. What is temporary and what is perpetual? Today was another colleague's last day too. And I found myself wondering about such strange things, what would I say in my last day speech? What would Boo do, if we call him in for the last day cake cutting? Would I be thrashing him verbally, if he turns up?
As I was returning home...I found myself wondering, why Cucu is not eating properly. Is this worry and care snap judgement, or the other one, when I got kinda blind with hatred and exasperation? What is human nature after all? Just how fluctuating is it? I don't know...I give up. I know that the days will get over, someway or the other.
So his long-toothed wifey has published some photos in FB - where he wears a T shirt that says, "I'm a nice guy", in large fonts, (which got me unnecessarily angry and I felt like shouting on to him - What A Joke!!!) and then I read in much smaller ones, "I just do bad things" - and ended up saying (meekly this time) - whatever...
Well however much the photo tortures me - what tortures me more are his fake smiles. Why does he need to bring out that falseness in him so bluntly, I don't know. And I helplessly keep listening to this amazing composition from Lootera, দিশাহারা...কেমন বোকা মনটা রে!
Why on earth is my love so all encompassing, that hatred just cannot grow roots???
But then, when Meenu left for vacation for a week, there was such a void. What is temporary and what is perpetual? Today was another colleague's last day too. And I found myself wondering about such strange things, what would I say in my last day speech? What would Boo do, if we call him in for the last day cake cutting? Would I be thrashing him verbally, if he turns up?
As I was returning home...I found myself wondering, why Cucu is not eating properly. Is this worry and care snap judgement, or the other one, when I got kinda blind with hatred and exasperation? What is human nature after all? Just how fluctuating is it? I don't know...I give up. I know that the days will get over, someway or the other.
So his long-toothed wifey has published some photos in FB - where he wears a T shirt that says, "I'm a nice guy", in large fonts, (which got me unnecessarily angry and I felt like shouting on to him - What A Joke!!!) and then I read in much smaller ones, "I just do bad things" - and ended up saying (meekly this time) - whatever...
Well however much the photo tortures me - what tortures me more are his fake smiles. Why does he need to bring out that falseness in him so bluntly, I don't know. And I helplessly keep listening to this amazing composition from Lootera, দিশাহারা...কেমন বোকা মনটা রে!
Why on earth is my love so all encompassing, that hatred just cannot grow roots???
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