oh! (simply) horrid moi!

and so yesterday, after 10 days i could muster up enough courage to pick up my phone and call M..

first attempt in the morning, i could proceed only as far as looking up his 'contact' on my phone screen..
second attempt, i let go of the phone as soon as i picked it up again to dial..
third attempt, i was making up my mind to actually being able to go through the entire exercise of calling M..

my attempt(s) never were realised.. 'coz, later at night, M called up!
startled nicely with the 'paradise' vibrating on the box..

and there it was.. with M all so cheerful on the other side.. and moi, equally the opposite of it, if not more.. i was glad and angry and relieved and happy and anxious and a horrid concoction of all the mismatched emotions possible.. i almost took out all my vent-up worries, concerns, frustrations, tears on M.. if he was the perfect picture of the soothing and comforting voice with a distinct and a definite cheerful ring in the voice, i was the epitome of nasty!

and all this, when i could finally manage to 'talk' with M..

really horrid K!
yes, that's exactly what i was being...

a bad and horrid and cruel and weird and nutty K..(sic)