Someone you should know who knows you back

Someone

-To amplify the little bit of magic hidden in the monotony of our unending existence. To save the remote parts of us and repair the damage caused by this forever shinning sun over our heads. To give us our dark cloud and rainbow and rain. To be an umbrella for all those dreams and desires we are so ashamed to let out in open. Someone who’d bring to life the dollhouse sitting at the attic under those trophies and futile validation. Just how often do we bring our inner selves on a table, opposite to our outer selves and think about this one person who knows them both.

New year, new people, new Hope

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She was a Frail little fool

And every time the damned weather played,

It plucked a scarlet fibre from her pallid frame.

Her eyes would sink deep into her puny cheeks,

And her limpid palms would lose some fine lines,

But, like she always believed,

  -the more you desiccate, more visible you were to the world.

 

 

W I R E D – A story of change

When did it become all about complexity- when did this happen and how did I miss it ? Just a few fluttering moments back, you were right here, snuggled between my fingers( all ten of them), sipping that not-so-black tea and catching the drops as they dripped from the cracked corners of my orange earthen cup you so dearly loved. When was it that white wasn’t good enough anymore? The lust for twisted,wired and devious- when did it slither in your skin and changed your golden olive color ?

Leave ? Or should I wait, wait and save you from this earthly debauchery? Untie the loops of lament, leeching your lacerating heart, cause I can pour you some (hot) not-so-black tea in my orange earthen cup again, and sit by the patio, waiting for your return.

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Picture-in memory of Oscar, our breakfast companion from France, we met in Mcleodganj.

Words-just an attempt to understand the blanks.

Between you and me

And when you breath(if you)

they tamper with your soul,

slither in your creed- like a nemesis burning your margins.

Shunning your parish, you groan-

gospels in his teeth.

Craving to bleed. 

This is how it went when a girl was “checking me out” in a Subway sandwich stand

Check this out- Check that out- Check her out- 😐 I don’t think am doing it right.

You know how you need the right amount of ultra-cool cells in your blood to pull something really cool off *of course you know, whom am I kidding :P*- yes there’s a thing about western phrases and how miserably we *sometimes* fail to emit them. But I’ll still stick to the title because it was special and it went exactly like this:

It was 10 minutes past 9, when I first noticed her standing beside me being totally indecisive over the type of bread she wanted to wrap around her ham sub. I saw her looking at me once, then twice and many times after that – so, in the binge of excitement I focused at this short, pixie haired creature, wearing brown hand spun Khadi pants and donning a pair of rickety moccasins. In less than 7 seconds I revised my attention back to my sandwich- Oregano-No capsicum-Mustard red chili-Double cheese I said.

Sitting at the cynical corner with my new flat-mate, I was observing my subject of interest from a distance. She turned and looked again- *what is she looking* and yelped NO CAPSICUM. It hit me like a blow of hysteria- She was funny and witty and intelligent, I thought, and I instantly smiled back at her 🙂

By now, I was done with my forlorn sub sandwich and we were preparing to step out.  I saw her again sitting behind us *the whole communism character discussion got me too involved to notice* and the moment I turned, she blurted out an awkward “Hi” to which I skillfully smiled.

I bought a JHUMPA LAHIRI’s, Interpreter of Maladies that day from a book stall outside and took an auto back home.

*This happened Thursday, the 27th and its been 3 days since I caught myself thinking about the pixie head(an inquisitive one i hope). Although in the middle of evaluating the reality of my situation, I was pretty sure writing about it will bring me some solace*