From The Rubberband Notebook

Auto ride. Ghatkopar. Tara. Hugs. Shreyas. More hugs. Coffee. Conversation - Random to fun to happy memories. Lessons on business and Economics. Crossword. Book and book. Sandwich place. Phone call. Blink. Train to VT. Laughter in the breeze. Taxi. Gateway of India. History. Taxi again. Marine Drive. The sea. Philosophy. Countless emotions. Peace. Taxi back to VT. Train back to reality. Molecules of magic and happiness.

Dated: 30/10/2009 (Friday)

Saturday Night...

Freshly shampooed hair. You smell like a bunch of posies yourself. The night is young, the mood is vibrant, the feet can't wait to hit the dance floor, the company's ready... You're all of 23, have the perfect thing to wear for a rollicking time. All set to live... it... up!

And then...


You spend the evening in a sweaty corner of your room. The television is blaring. The IPL matches annoy you. The heat kills your appetite. Your pooches ignore you. Your family abandons all bonding plans to sit under the fan and do nothing that requires any energy. Two hours whiz by while you wash and put away the ever growing mountain of dishes in the sink, oblivious to the sweat droplets that merge with the water as you scrub. Then you walk up and blog about how exciting your life is.

Whoopie!

8 Year Old...

It’s him or me
That’s what he said
But I can’t choose
Between a vegan and a pot head
So I chose you, because you’re sweet and you give me lots of lovin’ and you eat meat
And that’s how you became
My only man of the hour

You never lie
And you don’t cheat
And you don’t have any baggage tied to your forefeet
Do I deserve, to be the one, who will feed you breakfast, lunch, and dinner and take you to the park at dawn
Will you really be
My only man of the hour

I know you’ll never bring me flowers
Flowers they will only die
And though you’ll never take a shower together
I know you’ll never make me cry
You never argue
You don’t even talk
And I like the way you let me lead you when we go outside and walk
Will you really be
My only man of the hour?
My only man of the hour
My only man of the hour

To V

At 0030 Hrs we decide to help ourselves to some strawberries and cream and walk on my favourite road in the city. Holidays, drunken times, playful teasing, slaps and pats, starting a new topic before ending the last one, jumping over gates and driving away.

I now remember what it feels like to hang out with a guy friend again. Just plain, simple, uncomplicated friendship where I don't have to be wary of what I say or do.

It feels awesome!

This truly is a very merry year :)

Somewhere in my head I always thought that the final showdown would break me into pieces or make me contemptuous. Strangely, what I feel inside is a strong sense of security; like bliss has arrived in that sparkling silver foil... the one they use to wrap Hershey's kisses.

My vicious cycle has ended. I feel it my fingers. I feel it in my toes. I definitely feel it everywhere I go.

W-o-n-d-e-r-f-u-l!

*big toothy smile*

P.S. Forgiving yourself is not something that's meant to be delayed

P.P.S. *Bigger toothier smile*

Tadah!

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