One Friday in October.

That rainy evening as you poured your heart out there was nothing but awe and a little chill which crept up my spine nimbly. Every illusion shattered quietly as I wondered what the small silent man holds inside- you, or his enourmous bag of stories. I want to believe that there is love, I want to believe that the both of you fit snugly, as I have always wanted to believe in his music which emanates such strength. I envisioned a new being, a different being and as the rain washed city blurred, I fumbled in my bag for change.

Antithesis of thin and social.

So, I gobble down dinner, wipe my nose and hear a distant rumble indicating that the store downstairs is closing down. 

“ MA, is the store CLOSING ALREADY??!!”

“Yes, it’s ten o clock.”

Rush to room, grab purse, and rush downstairs ignoring protests ensuing from full stomach.

Pant Pant. Phew!

“Thank Goodness, I thought you were closing.”

The shopkeeper twins don't really look amused.

There is a pregnant pause.

“Er, I want chocolate?”

“Small or big? Oh wait, small is not available right no-"

“BIG! BIG!(almost screaming in excitement). How much?”

Climb stairs slowly. Purse heavy with the weight of chocolate. Plus, I am out of breath. However, that’s life nowadays. Thank God for television shows and cocoa beans.

i do not believe in myself anymore. It's merely a jumble of alphabets stuck together with glue. so, it's funny that i am feeling sad, as that is not even an option. my face will scream, but for now everything is inert, and even the wind refuses to blow. so yeah that way you can call me defeated, because i am tired of my own beliefs. Don't impose anything on me, let me flow, let me breathe, as it's tres difficile to carve out an identity. Self destructive yes, and stay away from vindictive bitch yes.