Someone long back debated and advocated the fact that there can be no relationship between a boy and a girl other than the one which leads to the so called physical attraction. It was SHE though and the moment was one of the most embarrassing ones. I was taken aback and had lost for what i had was nothing more than my imagination of a relationship that extends beyond material, meet and desire. Dad calls you up on the move and u derive some form of energies from your conversations. Mom's conversation doesn't stand alone either.
But this one was different.
Its cold inside but with a rising temperature within my body. It was getting harder for me to resist the ac thrust of Shatabdi chair C-10, on seat 59, from Dehradun to Delhi. Even crocin and pain killers need time. I realised that. I couldn't find any damn thing to keep me hot. Leaning on the arms sipping coffee I sense my mind to be blank; perhaps not, perhaps yes but in search of pills to make me pass through fever.
Someone calls me up from a distant place with a familiar face and a tone so energetic ... "How are you? Where are you? take milk and ban coffee. Take medicines .. take care of your health ..". I usually don't get a chance to share everything to everybody but I realise its different here. We haven't met for months nor do i expect a meeting anytime near, but the energy still flows in through the earpiece right into my mind. I cant walk or open my eyes trust me but the voice makes me speak as if its all going to end. God Forbid.
"what are you doing ?" she asks.
I am trying to pen down whatever flows since like the flow of time and river these words cant stay being mine, to be treasured.
"do you carry a laptop?"
I wish i could, but am a poor guy to own one, even when its needed the most. Sometimes you don't get things you desire. Its all in my pen with fingers friendly enough to bear the stress and let me carve all thoughts.
When you are all alone on those splendid instances that make up the pages of your journey you miss them. I can't explain, you got to be there to see it through my eyes. Probably it was her i longed for. To let her see it through my eyes whatever i saw. She asks nothing from me but a glimpse of my experiences. So simple, so stable a relationship of order, i pray doesn't turn into chaos. I am afraid. Afraid of being deaf longing for her voice. Yet she feels a guilt of boring me .. so do i.
I cant ever thank you much for what you have been at the stressful times, where i had nothing but self to talk to. Probably i have the advantage to live for a reason, a reason dreamt far away .........
But this one was different.
Its cold inside but with a rising temperature within my body. It was getting harder for me to resist the ac thrust of Shatabdi chair C-10, on seat 59, from Dehradun to Delhi. Even crocin and pain killers need time. I realised that. I couldn't find any damn thing to keep me hot. Leaning on the arms sipping coffee I sense my mind to be blank; perhaps not, perhaps yes but in search of pills to make me pass through fever.
Someone calls me up from a distant place with a familiar face and a tone so energetic ... "How are you? Where are you? take milk and ban coffee. Take medicines .. take care of your health ..". I usually don't get a chance to share everything to everybody but I realise its different here. We haven't met for months nor do i expect a meeting anytime near, but the energy still flows in through the earpiece right into my mind. I cant walk or open my eyes trust me but the voice makes me speak as if its all going to end. God Forbid.
"what are you doing ?" she asks.
I am trying to pen down whatever flows since like the flow of time and river these words cant stay being mine, to be treasured.
"do you carry a laptop?"
I wish i could, but am a poor guy to own one, even when its needed the most. Sometimes you don't get things you desire. Its all in my pen with fingers friendly enough to bear the stress and let me carve all thoughts.
When you are all alone on those splendid instances that make up the pages of your journey you miss them. I can't explain, you got to be there to see it through my eyes. Probably it was her i longed for. To let her see it through my eyes whatever i saw. She asks nothing from me but a glimpse of my experiences. So simple, so stable a relationship of order, i pray doesn't turn into chaos. I am afraid. Afraid of being deaf longing for her voice. Yet she feels a guilt of boring me .. so do i.
I cant ever thank you much for what you have been at the stressful times, where i had nothing but self to talk to. Probably i have the advantage to live for a reason, a reason dreamt far away .........
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