My Lazy Girl

(We all want this at one moment, someone to hear, someone to ask, someone to pamper, someone to know that we are not fine. It feels good to have that someone around.) I thought this in my head before I could literally start dictating my cries. We walked all our way from the Dosa corner to Malinis’s place. I wanted to feel the roads of Chennai. My best time was started. I kicked my suitcase in one corner and then threw myself on her bed. Oh lord, I so wanna thank one of your creation to whom you gave this brain that he end up constructing a bed. How our life would have been without bed? God, it would have been horrible. I said to Malini but she ignored my blabbering like a pro. I shoot a pair of shorts on her face which I bought for her from Mumbai.   “Here you go. Catch!” Wow, you bought this for me? Thanks babe. “I got them in sale last week actually. Buy 1 get 1 free. You see”, said I in a playful note. “Bitch you are! I hate you! “,replied Malini and threw a pil...

Again I closed  my eyes, performed my last prayer, bow my head again to seek for strength and tame my dragons so as to ignore him and I walked away .......... !!  Sometimes we have everything in our lives except contentment. The quest for answers and peace took me to "Bangla Sahib Gurudwara". With a dupatta on my head, I submitted myself in the feet of that super power . I closed my eyes and burst into fresh bout of tears. I was alone in Gurudwara today without any friends. A flash back hit my mind like a storm. I clearly remember, how we used to go to Gurudwara in Chennai. There were two reasons behind it. Firstly we used to get "langar" ( a good Punjabi food, first offered to the God, then to devotees). Being a Punjabi, south India food was something hard to live on ! Secondly, it made us feel homely.  We used to meet people who belong to our community. Rawjyot, Kabir and I were constants. But today nobody was there with me. It was raining that day wh...