Monday, April 24, 2017

Sleeping alone...

D'bhai, this is the last time I am going to write something that I've been trying to tell you for ages. I even wrote it in bits and pieces in a very cryptic language and then later forgot to save it even, let alone post it. I blamed him for this - I tell you everything these days and so my blog has lost its importance.

I think a lot of things. How will it feel like when I have to again start living without his presence in my life. With only these worries, to do lists, movies, books, songs, and...memories...only memories...

Last night, after reading his mail, I didn't feel like replying. I just wanted to dwell on it and enjoy the residual happiness. He smiling at my strange ideas of unrequited motherhood - the dearest of my secrets. 

I heated the food, served dinner, washed the utensils and continued with my nighttime beauty routine, all the time, going on thinking about him, us, and our dreams and dilemmas; I didn't commit a lot of mistakes in my regular chores, albeit I put on my day cream instead of night cream. A very small thing right? I just looked well made up in the middle of the night. But I was plump, old and definitely not a lovelorn teenager, what I feel like these days. 

And not a teenager who can be loved by him. Who can expect him to fall in love with her. So much nearness, so much sharing, such understanding - maintaining secrets together. This creates a bond right? What is the definition of that bond?

I don't know D'bhai. All I know is that I can't sleep alone and I have to sleep alone. I can't dare sleep with anybody else because I'm afraid that I'd mumble his name in my sleep. I fall asleep with his thoughts and wake up to them. While I sleep I belong all the more to him. I tell myself all the time to feel detached but God knows how crazy I am for him. I think unthought of things about us, things I've never ever felt for any other man.

But I'm grown up now right? If not now then when? I'm grown up and matured. So I know I can't do anything about this. My hands are tied. I have to take all my love, longing, lust and faith to my grave. Sorry, funeral pyre.

Thursday, April 13, 2017

My music man...

Being naughty has become a way of my life ever since you came in my life. I have never ever been naughty in my life. Andyman toh was boring - I always did everything he asked me to do, almost always against my wish (from cooking to movie watching and you know what all) - bossie was the "good" guy, and I was also ideal with him - not only that he was ideal, but ya he bossed too. Who else have I been in love with? Ohhh the one who married the long toothed girl. Well he was (IS) crap personified - and no I haven't been naughty with him either.

This apparently innocent sad person makes me go wild. Raving wild. I can do anything for him. I do madness, he does madness and we don't stop each other. If we're not in love thank God we're not. The world couldn't handle so much madness. And if we are in love then God help the world around us. For I guess we wouldn't care much for its well being.

রবিঠাকুর would wake up some day and find me dancing with DJ waale babu. He'd be like - girl you learn to sing my songs right? I'd be like - yeah sir but you see I also love a dude who's in a love/hate relationship with Badshah...

Sunday, April 2, 2017

For an eternity...

It somehow broke my heart D'bhai. Yes this is an ethereal feeling. To be loved, respected, appreciated, indulged, and not be judged. But it's heart breaking to realize that that will be all. I am never gonna get more than that. And it kills me to know and realize every moment just how much I love this person with my entire body and soul. And in the same breath I realize that there's gonna be no culmination.

I don't know what's there to write about it. I don't even have the strength of mind to alienate myself from him. From my comfort zone. From my dreams - stupid never say die dreams of a life fruitful in some way. He's the nicest person I have met till date. Given a chance I'd never let go of him.

But then life's never a fairy tale. At least not mine. So "hindrances" happen. Or rather reality strikes. Some day when I meet God I shall ask Him why He didn't make anyone for me, and yet made me the type that yearns for love...