My Lazy Girl

Our eyes understand each other better when our words fail. We can always find a new road even when we are lost on some highway. But for that, you should be ready to drive! What do you think we will do once we are old? I asked him out of no where. We are already old Clara, said he in a voice that has already lost its spark. Oh come on oldy, I don’t know about you but I am surely young. He giggled on my stupid response and said, yeah madam why not. What? I mean life is fun but don’t people get bored of sex after a certain point of time? What?? He gave me a disgusting yet surprised look as i completed the sentence. Are you lost or what? Wait, come here, let me smell you! He sniffed my collar to check any evidence of alcohol in me. You smell okay but the perfume is really good. I giggled and blushed in my own space. Shut up man, just stop it. People are noticing us. (we both passed fishy smiles to each other) Okay, see there. Do you see those group of ladies si...

Life is never sorted. Neither it will be ever. Issues are and will always be there.  I can totally feel your nerves when someone mentions something of this sort. Homo sapiens are tend to waste half of their lives in thinking about future because somewhere they are already fucked up with some bitter experiences. Let me make it more simple for you. Let’s talk logic! Suppose you have a strand of thread in your hand. Variety of people would carry different notions which would be based on their past experience, their skill set and their thought process of course. Person A : He could simply take up the strand and think, how can this limited amount of thread can solve my purpose. Just let it be. I at least need to have the entire bunch to put it to some use. More and more and more I required. Person B : Now this person could hold the thread and think, 15 days back I got a cut on my finger when I was playing with it. That cut aches till now. I should better leave it as I ...

I looked at him with all the love in my eyes and said, “Nothing! I don’t want anything.” The weather was exactly how I wanted it to be. Night was about to knock the door of the evening. I looked at him; he was busy over a phone call with his manager about some deliveries. I shifted my gaze towards the sky. I peeped out through the window and looked at the dark clouds and to the highway which was ahead us. I knew this moment will never return again. I knew we could never be the same again, and he would never be so- mine again. That moment I had everything I could pray for. A supportive family at my back, non judgmental school friends, the weather and Him. He hit his elbow against mine to check if I was getting bore by his work calls but I was doing fine with my thoughts. I smiled back in response and he winked. Unaware of the thoughts in my head, I was somewhere relieved that he wasn’t aware of the streets I was roaming in. To me, he was my entire world. For him...

I crossed my arms across my chest and wiped my salty tears. I gasped heavily to collect the shattered pieces together . Somewhere at 11:45 in the night, I sat on the same bench in the park where things once started. I felt there was no one to share my ice cream that moment but only the memories which I once made.  I slide on the slope of the memory lane like a kid but got afraid when I didn’t find anybody to tell how weird the journey was. The darkness of night which once felt warming was now my only companion in solitude. The long discussions of work- life balance was now lost. I lost a part of my life and work altogether. Oh that made me believe I was wrong! At 12:02 in the night, I was proved wrong when I once tried to press the pause button of life. The tight slap of time conveyed me that happiness can not be found in the stars and the clouds!! Crawling in each other’s arms was nothing but a myth that didn’t solve the purpose. Hugs and kisses were n...

Let’s slow down again and brush our yellow teeth in the morning together. Let’s crawl in each other’s bed again And take those sleepy selfies together.  Somewhere at 11:45 in the night, let’s be in our pajamas and sit on a bench, somewhere in the park and consume that ice cream tub together. Let’s slip back in the memory lane and tell each other how weird our childhood was. Let’s revive and polish the blurred mirrors like the old wines in New bottles. Let’s get soaked in the darkness of night that has a  sound of nocturnal bird humming in the background. Let’s get into some serious discussions of work life balance which we always strive to achieve yet fail miserably. Let’s just make each other understand, that life is not all about rushing and achieving. Come, sit! Take a hault. This moment, this very moment of 12:07 am, when we sit together with our ice cream cups is our very own! Let’s endure the definition of happiness that life tends to offer at differen...

I wanted his phone to die out of battery and get stolen so that he could never glue his eyes over the same screen again. I was glad he was walking by my side. There was a different blush on my face. I was in the best of both worlds. Without any reasons and cause, I started liking him as a person but also, I hated the moment when he used to switch his attention towards his phone with a smile crawling on his face. I wanted to sneak into his phone and investigate with whom he was exchanging his words and smiles. Like why? I wanted him completely, like the entire bunch of roses. I didn't let my possessiveness over rule my love for him. The air that filled the space between us was charged with some majestic feelings. He was trying to be the best possible version of himself while I was trying to hide my blush and over excitement. Our efforts were visible in our own ways. We walked parallely towards the subway from where we were supposed to board the next train. I wasn’t able t...

I could have protected myself from the winds but I chose to hit the storm upfront. I wasn’t sure whether I will be able to make it or whether I will end up loosing my soul. He was unworthy and unknown to me. I can tell by looking at his face that he was not completely there with me. It was just one part of him which was visible to me. He was the man with many layers and he was certainly not what he was trying to orchestrate. He was a deep sea bed to me, the more I dive into him, the more I acknowledge him. I wanted to hold him that moment and tear the mask which he had been wearing. I wanted to talk to him, I wanted to know things about him, I wanted to understand every fibre of what he was actually made up of. “Relax! Take it slow. “, said one of my side to me. I obeyed the voice without any hint of doubt and arguments. I didn’t want to fall for him. I didn’t want any spark to lit up among us. Despite of all my efforts, I felt a strong force against him. One corner of me ...