The story that was...

For once I sat down listening to the song. An old hit from a Bharathan classic, ‘Palangal’ (Railway lines).

Etho janma kalpanayil
Etho janma veechikalil
Ninum nee vannu
Oru nimisham
Ee oru nimisham
Veedum nammal onnai

And suddenly, I thought about her. It occurred to me the radio was playing to me our song. Our relation always needed an explanation. To justify it maybe. This song said it all. 'We had become one, for a moment, as we met across many births'. And we had lived that instance like a lifetime.

As the strains of music ‘grew’ I became restless, I called her up right then and played her the song over the phone. She whispered back to me instead, reminding me she was in a sales meeting. ‘Oh… I’m sorry. Sure baby, you carry on’. She had told me last night about this sales review thing and I forgot. ‘Shit’. I keep calling her my baby but all the time it was me who behaved like one.

Sometimes I did get it. Mothering me most of the time took a toll on her. But I couldn’t help it. I was the kid that never grew up. I still am. And maybe I always will. Behind the hardworking and serious self that I project, I have always been an irresponsibly emotional and a hopeless romantic who always craved for attention. She had to be there for me always. Even if it meant she had to screw up her life for it.

However she tried, I never made it up to her. Ours remained a stormy relation as long as it went on. Sex was good. But then there was more to a relation than sex. She might have wanted it too. She left at the point it her drained of all her energies.

It’s raining outside. And I miss her presence besides me. The once soothing tune has begun to get on my nerves. But then the end is always meant to be painful, isn’t it?

An absolute fact...

Read this somewhere and its just so irresistible not to put it here....

“I’ve noticed that there is a difference between having sex with some random chick or making love to the woman you love. But blowjobs are an entirely different story…”

Well, how true...

The roits

She was raped. Her throat was slit open. The sole excuse was 'leave us alone with our job, the roits have changed us.'

A casual thought...

... about casual sex...!

I don't believe in casual sex for the simple reason that I don't feel like sleeping with someone who's never going to have any meaning in my life.

The princess...

It was during this process of self discovery that a certain teacher was hurt. She knows who she is. I used to call her my princess. I beg her to forgive me. I happened to be hopelessly in love with her at that point of time.