She & Him

Last week of July 2008, I'm guessing that's when the whole saga began.. they hated each other's guts.. Life would've been perfect without this one nuisance in their lives, superficially it seemed so but it was in a way relief for them too.. atleast there was someone on whom they could vent their frustration without feeling guilty about it. It was one such humid morning when she entered the room and intentionally took the seat which he had mentally claimed to be his own. And well it happened, what always happens you know.. a good ol' argument, a treat for rest of the class who didn't like either of the two snobs.  

'Bitch' , he walked away from the desk sayin' it aloud in his head.. he dare not say it in front of this crazy lunatic.. weather was gloomy but not gloomier than the thought of tolerating her presence for the next 3 years...

Honestly, I did imagine you'd be cursing me, but seriously just a bitch? That was just too nice of you :P Coming back to present, I think it's hard to imagine my day without checking on you.. College was hard man, if it weren't for you telling me every now and then how good things will happen in life, well they didn't :|  and it seemed it would never then, but I found someone I could open my heart to .. who wuld hug me and make me cry even if I try not to!.. who would look into my eyes and without sayin' a word would tell me 'we're really screwed this time man'.. who stood by me when everyone else was too chicken out to be!.. who knew you had so much strength but you did! And I love you for every bullshit you took from me, for every crazy mood swing of mine .. How unlike everyone else you actually did know when I was on my period and cranky!
I don't know where we are going from here, for sure you won't be able to see my whiny face every morning but just for the record, I am gonna be a kickass Maid of Honor at your wedding, and very soon we'll be taking our trip to New York, during Christmas time singing this :

" You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last... " 
- The Pogues

My pseudo-Punjabi, pseudo-Bong sweetheart you'll always be a part of my life. See you soon!

tempora mutantur et nos mutamur in illis

She was silent. Looking at him, waiting for him to see, to understand, to pause and just think for a moment, it wasn’t her dream after all. They had that blood connection between them, how hard could it be. He wasn’t always there for her when she needed him the most. Living in his own world, by his own rules, principles and who knows what else. But he had successfully built this small domain over which he ruled. Sure he loved her in a weird way she didn’t understand but she was supposed to.. you know like you’re taught since you’re a child, sky is blue but in the city she was raised in, sky was seldom blue. Sky was washed up grey but everybody said it was blue, and he loved her too.

So, next week it is.