It is a good day!
I was not feeling not so well. That doesn’t mean I am feeling well. It is that I am feeling well, but not well. Uncertainty!
I took a leave, un-applied, yesterday thinking I will catch up some well needed rest for my back. It is a hectic two-hour drive you know!
So I told them I am not feeling well, I will not be coming for the drive today. It’s okay!
My obedient team mates took it well. My manager hasn’t!
He called me up and asked me for my presence in his presence. I will be present.
I slept.
I woke up, not so fresh.
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I am ready, so fresh!
I was waiting at the bus stop, where the bus never stops (it’s a fallacy for pun, my policy for fun). I saw her.
My heart stops beating, still I am living.
It was so powerful, I felt very weak.
My trembling legs can’t control my shaking body.
The feeling is enormous yet empty.
I was almost going to say, “hi”, but the bus got there already.
She got into the bus. I got into a trance.
I was standing right next to her, the flow of her B.E.A.utiful hair lulling me into an inception.
The perfume mixed with the working AC sans the beedi smells giving a new reason to my breathing.
I was in coma, trauma, and drama and became a lama!
Ayyo Rama!!
This is going nowhere. I have to do something about it is all I thought. The bus stopped.
Really time flies when your heart stops. When your heart races, time stops.
Then she turned to me, almost half smiling, I thought I am going to win her, for whatever price in the world.
But I couldn’t speak, as she got away with one of her friend talking in the angelic voice and feel of hers.
She started lol-ing. And ROFL-ing. And the dog started licking my face. I woke up from the dream.
Oh!
Oh! Oh!
Oh! Oh! Oh!
This is just a dream and a real inception. I cursed myself, the dog, my friends, dogs, friends, everybody. But still nothing is changed. My friends snoring has matched Sharapova’s crying. Game, Set, Match!
Got to go. Still pain hasn’t eased from the past day’s back ache, and last night’s dream ache.
I got ready. Started to office. My friend is snoring. Championship points!!!
The aches continue.
I got to eat the breakfast to stop getting more heavy, had it, bought a news paper full of inceptions and crimes and games.
The aches continue.
I am waiting at the bus stop.
The aches STOPPED. I saw Her… so does the bus and stops.
Why do dreams have to come true?
the touch of her hair revoking the pains
the grace of the touch evoking pains…
the distance can be narrowed,
the pain can’t be swallowed…
it is what they call love,
for me it is an alcove…
– Adi
