Where you are not sure what to write.. you blindly start posting and at the end of it there is this long post and you wonder.. where the hell did this come from 😀
Yesterday me and my sis were supposed to watch this play But we fought just before we left and hence didn’t go! Storming out of the house with tears streaming down my cheeks I went to my favorite MNK park. That always soothes my frazzled nerves!! So there I was sitting on a lonely bench crying for sometime and then dreaming about this stranger guy who would be uber sweet and ask me what happened.. I would say nothing but he would persist and say.. it is easy to talk to a stranger besides you dont have to meet me again you know.. its a win win situation ( this is what I say when I approach anyone who looks upset !!) And then we talk. We become friends. We meet often after than and fall in love and I thank my sis for fighting with me!! (yes! Even when I cry I still dream about romantic situations 😛 )
I dont understand whats wrong with my sis and me. We both are decent individuals who have no fights with any of our friends. Most find us understanding n sensitive and yet! We both can’t have a 5 min conversation without hurling hurtful words to each other!!
Anyhow, so there I was sitting lonesome.. singing sad songs.. Thats what I generally do.. sing sad songs and slowly they become happy songs and my mood is better.. that and walking on the wet grass bare feet! *heaven*
As it happened, while I was dreaming about this guy.. someone did approach me and asked why I am sitting in the dark corner of the park where no one is arround. For a moment, I was irritated that someone would deem to tell me where I should sit.. just because I am a woman alone! But then I thought may be he is right. It was dark and it is not safe. Even if it is a public park.
It is not a small park.. and it is not too big like lal bagh too. But well I assumed it was said with good intension and I moved to a brighter spot… As it happens, my mood soon became upbeat but I still wasn’t ready to go home. And the park was closing. It closes by 8:30 p.m .. I decided to go to an another park nearby .. Madhavrao park.
On the way I stumbled upon the very same gentleman. He then asked me when I lived. More than once. I asked him why he wanted to know. But he was like.. where do you live? why are you walking alone and this time of the night! That simply did it! Now I cant even walk alone at 8:30 pm ? It would have made sense at may be at 1 am or something. Ideally it shouldnt! If I was with a guy or a guy was alone no one would have bothered! I was so pissed that I told him to mind his business and left..
But then I thought, may be he is one of those rare human specimen who genuinely cared about people. Even strangers! My eyes were swollen with tears( it always does 😦 once it was so swollen that I couldnt see anything ) and my hair.. totally scraggly.. as it was wet and I didnt comb it at all! So I must have cut a sorry figure.
I hope he doesnt get discouraged by my rude reply and he would still approach other troubled souls! May be he can help them out. I really felt bad that I didnt explain it to him nicely that I needed no help. I am upset but I can get home or whatever!
There was another insistent problem that I had no money and my feet hurt 😦 I was wearing heels!) by the time I reached home.. I felt fever rising and I started to cough! For well I spent a damp evening walking on wet grass bare feet with wet hair! How much more stupid can I get ?