You meet a nice guy after a long time and you feel that definitive twinge of attraction and instead of feeling excited about it you end up worrying about how he is not the kind of guy you usually get attracted to.
It’s quiet where you live, deep in the recesses, where forgotten meets the imaginary. Like a dream, you rule my solitude. I no longer remember how you look or feel. Moulded by my unspoken needs, you are but a shadow of my creation. You dwell in my night. You soar in my sky.
My vanilla, my sun.
Who. Are. You?
Bangalore rains are like phone call from an ex. Unexpectedly, there’s thunder, lightning.. tightening of feelings, a shiver down the spine and then before you know it it’s all over. Did it even happen? It’s all sunny in the morning…
I am in love with Bangalore rains
I feel so full and heavy. Like the futility of it all is crashing on me. I want to do something rash like running away or unraveling into a mess but the fact is, to be messy, someone should be around to hold you back. Would you jump back when you don’t trust anyone to catch you?
After months of telling people how wonderful my life is, I think I started believing it as well. I don’t know where this dissatisfaction has come from. It’s caught me by surprise and I don’t know what to do about this.
I am in constant state of disappointment although I realize how good my life is. And that causes me even more anguish coz, life IS good!!
Can someone share with me the formula to fall in love and stay in love ? I seem to have forgotten how
I am most surprised that I have wanted to write this letter to you! You are one of those shamefaced secret that I don’t want anyone to know. And yet there are things that I fondly remember.
One of those things is road trip. So may be, it is not that far fetched that I write this.
Beautiful cloudy days with greenery all around and me at the wheel. This was your gift to me. There is no better gift than this. There was so much grace and affection in this act that it was almost love. It definitely was.
Now that I have my own car and I go on my own road trips on long empty roads in beautiful cloudy climate , it is obvious that I remember you.
And yet, it is unexpected , this trickle of affection that I am feeling… I don’t even like you!