Saturday, December 15, 2012

Like a Rose

A cyclone swirls inside her aching heart. Constantly she trembles with fear and anxiousness. Sweating in the middle of chilly winter night clenching the blue bedsheet in her petite palms. Circling around her circular couch for 30 long minutes. The captivating TV series is taking a toll on her. At last, she choose to pull a text.

"Give me two minutes, Ill reply back", her attention on the screen.
"I'll be waiting", he said, dying to talk to her.
After an hour and half, jumping out of the bed in immense shock, she dials his number.
"I'm so sorry. Got stuck with this thrilling series, you should watch this. Awfully grasping".
"I'm fine. Take as much time as you want. I think you should stick onto it and forget the talk or even better, do one thing - just SLEEP", he feels taken for granted. It's not the first time she do such a thing.
Metal Cuff-lings? Xbox? iShower? Coffee Machine? Bean Bag?, scrolling down the flurry list of online shopping things to choose from, she thinks of apologizing in a gift-way.
"What do you like the most - Parties, Gaming, lazing around, having coffee, or simply being in water all day?", she tries to act smart and seeks for a helpful answer.
"I like your thrilling TV series more".
"Tell me no".
"If you gifting me, don't waste money. I'll ask if I'd need anything".
"No way, I'm just increasing my knowledge you know. Not gifting or something. Not even thinking about it. Not even on any online shopping website now. Not even biting my nails. Oh please".
"Get back to work. We are good. I'm not angry".
"I screwed it up. Yesterday I did it again and I want to make up somehow. What should I do? Now was planning a surprise and you caught me. God, I'm hopeless".
"You surprise me every single moment. When you try to plan a surprise, you surprise me. When you blabber out all the secrets while asking questions, you surprise me. When you show care and love even more than my mom, you surprise me. When you talk about subjects pertaining to national interests with zero GK, you surprise me. When you help me with microwave notes, you surprise me. When you show up at my place without prior notifications, you surprise me. When you treat me with box full of my favorite chocolates, you surprise me. When you take a stand on my behalf and not just play around, you surprise me. When I wake up to your adorable WhatsApp texts, you surprise me. When you doze off while talking late night on phone, you surprise me. When you finish off the KFC bucket alone while pretending not to be hungry, you surprise me. When you come out of shower feeling cold and ask me instead to wear jacket, you surprise me. When I wish to run away with you and live on our own, you surprise me. When I think of you as my wife and not girlfriend, you surprise me".


"Crap. You're making me blush so bad I can donate liters of blood in one go".
"You're my sunshine. Last night, I never yelled intentionally. It was just.. "
"Sshh, I know. My fault".
"Drop it now. I don't want to fight".
"Neither do I. Let's grab some lunch together".
"FOOD. What else do you talk about usually?"
"Shut up it's 2. Lunch time. What?"
"Ha ha, Dab some gloss and make your hair. Will pick you in five minutes".

And then they go on a date and eat all the stuff up and get obese and still make nah nothing. I'm making this last line up.
Anyway, you must be wondering, what's with me writing dialogues now-a-days. Not wondering? I am intending to tell you, don't you get it? Well, I enjoy dialogue so much, I don't even have to think and take stress before penning them. Nice no. Gimme feedback okay?
Love!

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Bliss

It's nothing, just Winters and a hint of drizzle that's turning me cozy. No clue about rest, but weather's a bliss at this corner of the world. The sky feels cushioned, thundering with lights, radiating aroma of exquisiteness. People wrapped in cute woolens rushing to respective destinations. Damp highways, murky view and foggy car glasses. Packed streets and a bunch of blue birds playing in puddles.



I'm in office now, segregating work as per priority. I see a quote on the screen – "Happiness is a cup of coffee and really good book". Draws a curve on my face. The book consuming space on my cluttered desk is 'The Catcher in the Rye' by J.D Salinger. And it rains again. Whipped cappuccino with brownie, anyone? Not me, blame my sweet tooth :D