Conversations between us…
He: *after sending me a couple’s picture* My friend is getting married.
Me: Everyone except us is getting married. Tell me something new.
He: Like what?
Me: Like tell me when someone is getting divorced.
He: Got no such gossip. Oh yeah, got one, I am not talking to my brother.
Me: That’s lame. 😏
He: Okay then, I am going to wash my clothes.
Me: OMG!!!! Now, that’s breaking news. How did this happen? What made you do so? 😱😱😱😱
Me: hehehe 😂😂😂
(Chit-Chat: A series where I record conversations between me and my guy. Read the first one here. )
The place was unusually quiet for a college reunion. Or may be, I wasn’t listening. My mind was overflowing with the thoughts of the times I spent with these people- friends, acquaintance, foes all gathered under this roof, seven years after graduation. I wondered why I was there.
Did I really want to see him after all these years? While my brain wanted me to storm out of that place on the first chance I could get, my heart wanted me to stay for just a little bit more. Just enough to see him once. Jordan, my friend, my secret keeper, the guy who fell in love with every girl he laid his eyes on. The one with all kinds of dating stories- funny, disastrous, steamy. He was my love guru, my go to person for every sexual query, my only contact on speed dial. We made fun of everything under the sun, the lonesome professors tired of their life, the girls mad enough to like him back, the guys I went to dates with. We were a team who judged every person we had to deal with. We were so different, yet when we talked, time passed in the blink of an eye.
He was the charming guy, girls fell in love with. Not me, though. I was aware of his tactics, his moves to win over everyone. I wasn’t foolish enough to fall for his charm. Or was I?
Atleast, not until the night on the porch…
To be continued…
One of the perks of living in a small town, especially near the hills is that you get to see a sky full of stars. You can go to your rooftop, look up and witness a sea of twinkling lights all over the sky. The rationalist in me likes to remind me that they are nothing but large astronomical bodies made up of hot burning gases but the romantic me refuses to listen and dreams about spending a night under the stars with someone I love.
The night sky makes me think of God, of ghosts, of how we evolved, how we came into this world and how someday we would cease to exist.
When I told my four year old nephew that Oreo has died, he asked me whether he has turned into a star. Somehow a simple lie that we tell kids made me feel better. The idea of lost loved ones watching over us from above, however absurd it is, soothes my soul.
As I watch the moon come up, outside my window I feel lucky just to be alive, to be with people I love, to know that as of today I don’t have to locate too many stars in the sky. Yes, Oreo could be there somewhere but for now, I have all my loved ones with me, right under this sky.
Let the sky just be romantic for now. Let the stars shine for us.
Can you see stars outside your window? Do they remind you of someone you love or someone you loved and lost?
Just an old picture of the moon I took years ago. Don’t have a camera good enough to capture stars. Someday, may be.
A typical conversation between us:
Me: What if you meet Deepika Padukone somewhere and she asks you to kiss her?
He: Why are we talking about things that are not gonna happen in this lifetime?
Me: Arre, have some imagination and tell me.
He: Okay… I would tell her that I have a girlfriend.
Me: Oh please… Lie better!
He: Achcha… What would you do if you are in a same situation with her?
Me: Hehe…You know my answer.
He: Arre… Tell.
Me: I would totally turn into a lesbian for her. 😍😍
He: I knew it! 😏😏
Me: hehehe 😂😂
Who wouldn’t kiss her?
A quote by Iain S Thomas, a writer I greatly admire.
We like to walk on lanes,
that are less travelled by,
And roam in unseen,
We like cooking meals together,
I cut onions, and
he wipes my tears.
He leaves the dishes unwashed.
and I forgive him every morning.
We like watching movies,
and laugh at silly scenes together.
He with his crooked teeth,
Me with my scarred cheeks.
We built forts in our dirty room,
and lie in tangled sheets.
We fight for the tiniest of things,
and then make up in a jiffy.
In a world striving for perfection,
We have found an imperfect love.
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The best conversations we have is
when your fingertips touch my soul,
when your heartbeat matches mine,
when I look into your eyes,
and know that
I am home.
Image from here.