She, he and the primal rhythm III

Part I
Part II

He woke up weary next morning. He was still very much in sleep, unsure of his surroundings. Then he saw her sleeping beside him, occupying majority of his bed. He somehow reclaimed some of his space. He thought he should feel like planting a peck on her forehead but surprizingly he wasn’t feeling so. He realized how empty and filmy that thing was. This wasn’t the first time he saw her sleeping still he was somehow glued to it. She was sleeping on her stomach. Weather wasn’t particularly cold yet she was covered up till her nose. Her hair was messy. He could even spot a few stray long strands of hair around. He still didn’t feel like planting a peck. She, he and the primal rhythm III वाचन सुरू ठेवा

Espresso Love- 2

It is very funny not to know how to know the person you already love. The person as the person only, independent of family background, race, caste and religion; is a tricky thing to know, for you cannot label the person with common stereotypes. Each time the person needs an independent and unbiased discovery of it. Here it was a girl. He found himself wondering if he should keep her gender in mind or not, while studying her. In their (and in our too!) world, standards varied vastly depending upon the gender. He then thought her being woman was an undeniable truth and why would he deny anybody of their gender? And he was successful in narrowing down the question as what kind of woman (replacing person) was she? Espresso Love- 2 वाचन सुरू ठेवा

Espresso Love- 1

When he drove to his office, he had only three things in his mind. First and foremost being, patching up with his colleague girlfriend! Their love story was simple. Same team, similar interests and mutual liking from first sight. That was coupled with a few outings with drinks and dance and they ended up in her bed. There, it miraculously dawned on them that they love each other. Remaining two things were not so urgent, those things could wait. Or those had to wait rather. By now he was entangled in heavy traffic. His workplace was still 20 minutes away. He thought, his cgf (Acronym of Colleague Girlfriend, by what he fondly addressed her.) somewhere had a point. Last time they had met each other, was around a month ago. And he had after that, sought a refuge back in films he was always watching. He had after that suffered a hard time breaking out and away from that binge watching. Yesterday he resolved to meet her again. Today she agreed. He felt a tinge of happiness in his stomach. She said he watched too many movies, read too varied sort of and simply, too many books. And those things effectively took him away from his own ground realities. Espresso Love- 1 वाचन सुरू ठेवा

A Princess Paradox

Was it really my fault to think of you as an angel? Or as a princess to be more precise? Or was it yours, of not being an angel or a princess. You were just as weak, meek and normal as others. You remained what you originally were; a simple, naive, girl next door.
A Princess Paradox वाचन सुरू ठेवा

I too, once had a girlfriend!

I, too, once had a girlfriend
Eventually broke up with
Then she got married.

Haven’t fallen in love again
For I do not feel same
For anyone else and again! I too, once had a girlfriend! वाचन सुरू ठेवा

She, he and the primal rhythm

Her eyes shone with the love she had for him. Their twinning lips touched each others and the moments after were uniformly honey’d.
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She, he and the primal rhythm वाचन सुरू ठेवा

Thoughts at Nashik

I was at nashik some days back. There, in much silent setting, I was able to chronicle my thoughts into words. Today, just some time back. I wrote down my afterthoughts. Though personal in nature, I see no much harm putting it in here. Here it goes…  Thoughts at Nashik वाचन सुरू ठेवा