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She sat with him, just besides the 7 foot tall hour glass, looking at nothing in specific. There is that feeling of familiarity; that feeling of comfort. Nobody is in a hurry for the time to pass by. Neither of us want anything to happen that wouldn’t have happened without a magic wand. She loved that level of comfort. There were times when she was not so much in peace with her closest friend. And there she was with him and everything seemed just perfect. There was nothing more or less she would have asked for. He seemed to understand her as nobody ever did. He nodded at the right pauses; he agreed to the agreeable and disagreed fervently at anything that seemed to ruffle her ruffled, wet, feathers. She would break into a laughing fit at his antics…go all jelly kneed at the way he pouted and acted hurt. No matter what they ordered he wouldn’t budge till he had a bite of her dish.

They said she’d pampered him a lot. She thought otherwise. Their three month old relationship had reached such heights where in she could trust him with her life. And so would he.

Just now and then she would wish for him to talk as well… she wouldn’t mind learning dog-language either. Well, she was in love with him and love makes you wish for crazy things

OK, so i got nothing better to do....sue ,me!

Letting go!

Why is it so difficult to let go of things/people/ideas/issues close to you? Why do they keep coming back to you like a recurring bad dream? Like it’s some chronic illness? Why do you keep hoping that maybe thinking a lot about it might bring respite, when all it does is hurt you a little more? I still miss my doll. I’ve had many before and after this particular one. I guess the amount of hurt depends on the way you lose something. Had I just dislocated its joint myself I wouldn’t have been so hurt. It was the fact that my then 3-year old neighbour took it for good.
No wonder people remain so hung over about a relationship gone sour. Knowing the fact that the person walked out owing to your inadequacies, tantrums, and sometimes, for no good reason at all. It’s the ego in us that doesn’t let us get over it. How could he do this to me? How could he not find my temper tantrums adorable? How can somebody just walk out on me?ME?
Because he/she is JUST a human being.

Li’l gurl

You are just a little girl…mostly lost…who talks a lot, laughs a lot and looks grumpy every time someone else sees her. It’s like the li’l kids who sing and dance in front of parents but refuse to move in front of relatives and mommy keeps saying she sings she dances…but all you do is sit with a grumpy face….nodding a no no..

…grew up too

I’m like the li’l gurl who hates being judged by the friends of her parents who are dying to show off the ‘skills’ of their kids.
I’m like d li’l gurl who would rather die in anonymity than live in a stage full of similar li’l gurls and bois. I might be mediocre but that deosn’t stop me from hating mediocrity.

… Of choices available and the choices I choose

You depress me... and intentionally I wouldn’t want to do that to myself. Without any external help I manage to get depressed. So, spare me. Seriously, spare me!

I don’t want to know if you got a roof over your head or not. I don’t want to know what the fuck you were waiting for so long to start looking around...I don’t want to know how come you got no money now....didn’t you know better before lending it to people?! I don’t want to know anything.

Get eaten by the ants all over you. Your hands aren’t tied up. It’s a choice that you made.

I am not the one to rescue you. You know that too.

I refuse to be the patient listener.

I refuse to be the calming entertainer.

I refuse to shoot off my mouth so you feel better listening to the 'lighter moments in life'.

I'm trying hard to paint reality a brighter shade of black. That's the most I can do for myself. And that keeps me busy.

The masochist in me needs a breather.