"what's on your mind?"

*what's on your mind?*

{kuchh toh hai tujhse raabta....."kaise"? hum jaane hume kta pata...} strained into the still hot air of the beginning of the summer of the same god forsaken shit-hole of the place wherein she lives..

she stares back at the screen again.. it's as if the screen has a mind of its own and is determined on playing a very devilishly cruel jape with her and her already horribly fucked up mind..she tries to think again.. whats on her mind? whats REALLY on her mind? 

it began in the morning of the day before.. when M gave her the news.. and such was the impact, that she didnt react to it.. it was a good news.. and she thought she ought to be happy for him.. and she also thought that she was genuinely happy.. for him.. after all, its really a good news.. indeed.. 

and boy, how wrong she was!

*what's on your mind?*

she has just the two photos with M, that dates back 4 years.. and she has his sweater.. her most favorite piece of garb in her entire wardrobe.. but no, thats not whats on her mind.. 

*what's on your mind?*

the fact that there wont be any more of those random and abrupt midnight calls at will.. the fact that there wont be any more of "haq jataana" and "apdaar".. the fact that she's supposed to act like a "grown up" and a mature person.. the fact that she feels terribly shattered deep down.. 

yes.. that seems just about the gist of "what's on your mind?" 

A & A

and happiness is, when your belief in telepathy is reaffirmed..

random talks over mundane topics..the only bright subject being the chance of a visit among the otherwise dull snippets of the everyday routine of each of our respective life(s)(sic)..

and yes, its a real happy ending to the otherwise dull and absolutely uneventful day.. love sure works in funny ways..

conversations

him : "ki khobor tor?"
me : "oi r ki.. bits and pieces me getting royal treatment."
him : "royal treatment?"
me : "oh yeah..kothao berolei, 'eta kinbi? ota nibi? eta kine di toke?'"
him : "maane aadore aaro baador hocchish tui!!"
me : "aar abar koto hobo?!"
him : "oshadharon!"

we began.....

WE began with your visits to the City.. and WE continued further over to :

• my birthday
• new year's eve
• the new year
• family celebrations
• your birthday
• trip to a favourite place together
• sleep overs
• movie(s)
• valentine's day

and now its thus.. i dunno how far i can count.. though, i do want to.. i do want to count it to the place where it all began.. and then start the count all over again..!

but then again.. will you?

will you also count with me?

p.s. : and then again, we might just count it to the place after all.. the place from where it all began.. the point from where WE began.. just "thoda sa aur"..

wisdom much!

everyone has an opinion on how long it takes to recover from a breakup :

1. half the length of the relationship..
2. one week for every month that you were together..
3. exactly 10,000 drinks..however long that takes..
4. you can't measure something like this in time..there's a series of steps--from *** bed to the front door *bam!* outta there.. now, next!

but i think you start to recover the moment you meet that person who gets you back in the game..

this is the story of how i met that person..
p.s. hypothesis much?! :-p