'And, we say goodbye before we even begin'

She sighed. Sighed at the dawn of another day, sighed at how little sleep she was getting. Sighed at how ordinary her life was.

She thought about him. Just in passing. And, scolded herself for doing that. She almost felt guilty.

'What did he think about her?' 'Did he like her?' 'Ughh.' she screamed and tossed and turned in her bed.

But, the thought didn't leave her mind. 'Should she take a chance and tell him?' 'But, what would she tell him?' 'What is there to say anyway?' 'He must think I'm delusional'
After much deliberation, she made her decision.


Little did she know that in his quaint room around the same time, he was struggling to make the same decision too.


xx

Love and other disasters.

So, listen.
Why does summer look so beautiful in the movies and not in real? How, do the people in the movies look more beautiful than ever and are glowing and and look happy in summer while I'm just all sweaty and miserable? And, let's not even get started on the tanning part.
How is meeting people and falling in love, so fuckin easy in the movies when in real life the only people I meet in a day is the cleaning lady and my mirror?
How do people in movies wear all those ridiculously high as a skyscraper heels and walk like Heidi Klum while I'm nursing a feet injury as we talk for having twisted my ankle from wearing this beautiful pencil heels for i guess what, 6 seconds?
How do the lead characters in movies, have perfect relationships and find their Mr Right who accepts them just the way they are where as I, with the record of dating the jerks, am busy praying to God, to make my skin tone just a little lighter?
How, JUST TELL ME HOW do the girls land up with the hottest guy in town and I'm just here, with no guy giving me a second look?
Why, in God's name is everyone so HAPPY in movies? Just why.
And, just why does a movie HAVE to have a happy ending, when in real, my life is a series of battles, which I'm losing. Just like KKR.
But, most importantly,
leaving every god forsaken thing..
just tell me

 HOW DO THEIR HAIR LOOK SO GOOD?

Can I please have a dramatic background score now, atleast? No? Okay.

But, then again, on second thoughts.. I have food.

Elucidate.

I'm not good with giving titles to my posts.
To put it more precisely, I'm not good with defining or categorizing things, relationships or people. At all.
I refer to everyone as a 'friend' regardless of the proximity of the bond.
I don't get it. I really don't. Why do we need to  ascertain or give a name to every relationship we have with people? I mean, why can't we just let it be? Is specification that necessary?

Suppose I'm very good friends with this guy, let's call him Mr X, for now, shall we? So, I'm very good friends with him, no scratch that, I'm more than friends with him.
Now, don't stare at me like that, with eyes prodding to know 'why' I think he's more than a friend.. and nudging for an explanation. To be frank. I cannot comprehend myself too. But, I'm guessing, I'd stick with the age old cliche of 'you just know'.
You just know he's more than a friend when he's there. 2 am or 6.45 am.
When he hangs on to every word you say, even though it makes no sense. You just know..
So, what is this? Half of you reading this, will think I'm in love with him or maybe he is. But why? Why do we have to name it 'something? Don't get me wrong, I'm not advocating shrouding a potential mutual affiliation of feelings encompassed with love into something as meaningless as 'best friends'. That is another thing i don't get. If you are with someone, why hide it? There's a reason you're with that person. Let the world know the reason too. I can write an entire blogpost on this subject. But, let's save it for some other time, shall we?

Anyway, So all I am saying is why can't it just be unnamed and have a ring of mystery to it? And, not just relationships. Just about anything.
Like why does that guy who delivers pizza to my place, whenever I order, has to be branded as 'the pizza delivery guy?' Why can't he be just.. a guy. A guy I would like to have a conversation with , or maybe go out with. And, why does the old lady selling flowers near Marine Drive have to be the 'poor' old lady? Just why. Why can't she be just another random pedestrian?
Are we really that scared to use or imagination or have we come to the conclusion, that we can't imagine at all?
Why can't we be vague and not narrow down the possibilities?
It's kind of sexy, yknow.

So, till you think about it and get back to me with an answer, I'll shall be busy wishing that my hair magically ends up looking like this. Just maybe.

And, thankyou, to *you*. I think my blog and me owe this to you @Paanipuri_Lover.  I hope you get what I'm talking about. That's all that matters.

Much love,

Till next time,