A curious cat!

You are a thing not given much thought, a minuscule event that bothered a not-so important day, an unexpected reply from a meaningless chatter. Conventional thinking led to wishfulness, and you began to mean a little bit more. You were an anticipated text in the middle of the night, a boisterous laugh that pleaded to be heard, a movie that had to be seen, a clammy hand to hold. A minute before I met you, I thought I saw the horizons completely. What was expected, what was bound to happen! But, as you are yourself, you came into my life too loud to control. I fancy you as unreasonably beautiful. Your mind, your voice, your laughter , your sadness. And isn’t that astonishing? Just a few months ago, you were just a wisp of a person to me. Your relevance to my life was close to nonexistent. Sometimes the memories are so vivid, although it was a long time ago. And at other times it feels like just yesterday, and everything seems very familiar. Maybe our paths have diver...

People don’t talk anymore. They keep the demons trapped somewhere between the silences that linger around. The small talks that lay over for hours over coffee fails the effortlessness mask of curiosity. There is a ringing of laughter and a string of unkempt giggles that compliment the verbal ongoing. A snappy remark catches you off guard and intrigues on the ajar doors of curiosity. But you slip the moment and it goes by, unattended. The door stays closed and the voices in your head erupt into laughter of mocking your folly. I dig into the unsaid words that don’t touch your lips and stay stuck in you neurons. It’s your desperate attempt to whelve your own gut that catches me off guard and intrigues me. I try to lure my melancholous self into sweet nothings, still aching to intrude into your mind. It is somewhere between this hula hoop in my mind that I fall asleep, each night. But here is the thing. I want you to talk, every one of you. I want to enjoy the undressing of your camouf...