We are on a break

They all came and left in the same vein. I waited.
I don’t blame them, they had their reasons. Except, the problem with me is that everything affects me much more than the other person.
The problem with every other person is that they are as selfish as they should be.
I am really drained out. And unwilling [...]

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Another kinda magic…

I used to love a song. I used to love a woman. Once long back.
Flashbacks are not good.
Yes I am doing good, and am tracking the successful chart, and yes the day is not far. and yes I am in love with the perfect woman for me. All that is true. I am content.
Two months [...]

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In which I forget.

I liked hating him. It gave structure to my life, somewhat like love did. To be the one who shrugged off the identity of being the bad one, to be the one who built friendships from scratch, to be the one who didn’t bad-mouth him and yet, to be the one who was wronged, to [...]

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The heart of a broken story

That day ReX and I met again. I didn’t tell anyone for I was afraid they would all worry. ReX looked scruffy, long haired, messy. He hadn’t shaved. His arms and feet had the patchy whiteness of dry skin. His t-shirt was faded. He picked me up from where he would normally. We went to [...]

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Insensitive.

They all come back. Sooner or later they all do.
They come back and tell me that since the last time we met their lives have changed, and they have too.
Whenever the last time was, it left me broken for a brief period of time.  Which is okay, but the aftermath was that it made me [...]

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Vindictive ruthless animal

So this was a long long time ago. Just because everyone and his dog had a girlfriend or atleast wanted to, I developed a thing for Longago Unremembered Girl (LUG?). Yankee Bastard (YB), my then-best-friend was also Lug’s best friend. YB, with his sleek style, his cheapstakes chutzpah and his general glibness (oh I was [...]

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Arcanum

I thought of you in my sleep. Which is another way of saying, I dreamt of you but I wouldn’t want to give your bloated ego a boost. It has been a long time since that has happened – that a thought of you has run through my head. I am glad.
It was interesting, that [...]

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In which we get angry at the ones who walked all over us…

I often wonder why we all land up having this one person who we are weak about. They are the muse. Even now, in some way, they are. We tell ourselves the story of having loved them, wanting to be loved by them, and needing, in that moment of fierce desperation, for them to [...]

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I always thought of you as a friend

The year was 1995, Pax was 15 too. We met at the camp. He asked me for my address, so he could inquire about the results. We wrote to each other, roughly one letter a month. His used to come in nice Archies stationery, written in beautiful handwriting. My mother, with the instinct that all [...]

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In which we flashback and discuss a demi-god

I love RO. I was never in love with RO. I never wanted him. I wanted to be like him.
Why RO is so damn important to me is a story in itself. The ReX (T. Rex? heh.) had started getting violent somewhere in the 4th sem. In the need to appease him, I started giving [...]

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