Her

[My rented house: An year ago]
Another New house… new air… so much stuff to arrange… Shifting is like a yearly vacation plan in our life now. Anyhow, hope this new place turns out good. Until now, no hustle and buzzle when it rains. I know what you are thinking. Yes, the former one was a ‘house of horrors’. I moved away from its “Ooooo”s and whooshes :S.. Every evening it rained there. K. The sky turned grey and pale and squirt it all around. I rushed around and slammed my windows and doors hastily before the fog gushed in. So based on these facts, I think I have a reason to move out. Anyways, why brood over the past.

This is a small cozy house. J. It needed some good scrubbing though. Seems like it is going to flood in here if I don’t use the floor wiper. I could then see the peach, the blue, the yellow and the hue of the sky from up here. May be that is what heaven looks like from a distance. The panoramic view registered in my grey matter, but I wanted to save the scene to brag about my choice of stay. :D. I always love to swap in the special stuff in my handy cam and swept it all in.

Huh?!? Oh great!!! There goes!!! I see a hand waving at me. I have a beautiful neighbour. What can go worse… [biting my finger nails].

Now I have to envy her and nag my sweetie about her so that he gets scared by the idea of even mentioning her. Oh My God! Why Why Why ?!?!!!! “Hey…” [I waved back]. I smiled and sneaked back in.

You know, that moment when you feel insecure, dejected, deprived of confidence and mostly jealous. It was that moment for me. I always look good when I step out of my house, so that I could turn some heads on to me. But at home, honestly I look like one of those toiled house maids. That’s exactly the point. Should I start splashing out more on the cosmetics to make me look prettier or will coffee just do the trick. Ahem. Sorry that’s just my insecurity speaking. But I really need to do something.

I somehow forgot about her in my rush to prepare lunch and break my head on my office chores. Oh yes, I always manage to find terrific bosses. I take my work from home. This guy has his Ph.D in yelling and sarcasm. [Ting ti ding ting ti ding… My door bell rang..] I did my hair check and opened the door. Yikes!!!! It was her again.

Her:“Hi.. I live in the adjacent apartment. I am so happy to see you here. It has been a while since somebody moved into this one… So how’s the place and the facility? Do you like it? If you really need something, just let me know… Really nice to meet you! Ok Bubye!”

K I couldn’t utter a word in reply to the ‘tweet beep cheep beep chitter chatter’ and more. What was that? My ears rang for the next 5 minutes. I slowly locked up after her. That’s when I decided to give up on all electronic media (Except sweepea : My laptop). You might be wondering why! So that no noise goes out and so that it looks like nobody is home. The TV, Radio, my song storage on Loui [my phone] too. Okay Okay!! I am not proud of what I did. But I had my own reasons.

She has big round eyes and long eye lashes, shapely eyebrows separated with a maroon bindi(is a dot worn on the forehead), wide smile that spread joy. I had to be vigilant here. She reminded me of an Ad model. L. My gloom inundated my arteries and veins and jam-packed the large grooves of my brain.
The next day, she showed-up by noon, enquiring about how to get the train timings to the capital city. I still got a very few mumbled words to contribute to that conversation though. This continued…

Whys and wherefores:

o   A good textile shop in the city : “My husband wants to go shopping for new stuff and I really need some help”.

o   Good beauty salon: “I had been doing my eyebrows at a place but they shutdown. Do you know any good ones? Where do you go?”

o   Water ?!? : No water here. How about you? What should I do now? I have no idea. I have so much cooking left”.

o   So on and on and on….

I then realized that she never wanted to help but she is the one who wanted help. Hhmm…

From then every evening our ‘what happened today?’ sittings absolutely included her daily-outcry for help. J. How much ever I try and hide, she would catch my tiniest movement and dash in. “Haha..Interesting.. I have never seen this person around..” [That is my sweetheart speaking]. (My gush of emotions) Grrrr…. Oh no!! Did he just give me a hint that he finds her more interesting than me.. I jotted those words in my personal Key notes. K. That’s why they say ‘Guys are explorers’.

Anyhow, she never meant any harm, apart from the routine situations when my work never completes on time and my ears would lock horns with my cellular phone to escape my harsh verbal disciplined superior. I somehow had to be nice to her and still let her know that I have a job that needs attention too. ;-(  

My darling lend a hand in giving words to my thoughts and it sounded polite when I rehearsed. I decided to talk to her about the Red alert crisis. I prepared some jaggery rice pudding that evening and put on the ideal neighbour costume and headed to her apartment. [ting tong ting tong..Her door bell rang]. I checked my hair do and set my sleeves right. (Waiting…Waiting…Waiting) Huh! [ting tong ting tong again]. Hhmm.. They are away. Guess we have to finish the pudding ourselves. :P. (My sweetie loves my pudding a lot. hehe).

The very next day [Ting ti ding ting di ding – door bell rang as always]. I did a couple of deep breaths and planned my opening line as I answered the door.
It was an elderly couple (smiling) at my door. [My Mental picture..]: “Who are these people? Never seen them around”. “Hello” (They said). I replied with a smile and the hello gesture.

The lady: “J. We stay in 805. We have come to invite you over for a small party this weekend. Hope you would be able to make it. “

Me [My Mental picture..]: “Am I flooded with neighbours around me.” [Speaking] : “Oh J. Our pleasure. Please come in. J” [My Mental picture..]: “Please leave soon”…

The man: (standing at the door). “We would love to but we are on our toes to set things up for the Party. We will come over for a visit another time.” [My Mental picture]: “Thank you lord”…

The lady: “Very few people are invited for the Party and (Big smile) you are our only neighbour, we would really love to see you on Sunday. Ok. Be there ! J”

Me: “Ok Bye” Smiled and dashed in to deal with my unfinished business.

My Mental make-up:  More neighbours!! That’s amazing. (Deep breath) I am a positive person, you know.

Truth: I had developed a habit of seeing positives in every greasy situation we get into. Yea. It really helped me from getting crabby over stuff like :

(1). Incident: Car broke down in the middle of the road. Positive: Garage was near and nobody got hurt.

(2). Incident: I fell on my butt and got it neatly bruised. Positive: The flat screen TV in my hand didn’t fall off and smash down to bits.

To keep myself air and blood circulated, I try and walk around the building. It was one of those non-lazy days. I take strolls at the car parking area where I get to see those teeny weeny baby toes getting to apply their vigour. J

There was a mucky pinboard with celebration pictures. It looked spattered. I was amazed to know that the apartment authorities took interest in celebrating those special days or whatever. I darted to the security officers at the rear access.

They gave me the story of the celebration in the pictures and how a young lady flew down to the walkway and how it all ended then and there. They pointed to the balcony adjacent to our apartment.

Dumbstruck!!! I stood shell-shocked. I picked up my shattered senses, fled back, fell in and locked up the door behind my back and crawled onto my ground couch. I felt lost. Kept scratching my head on what was happening all these days.

[Ting ti ding ting ti ding – the door bell rang again]. Oh no. I am not falling for that anymore. My heart pounded and my body crouched more on to myself. I would never open that door again. [Ting ti ding ting ti ding – again and again and again]. I could hear every movement in my body. I did not move. [Meow Meow – My phone rang]. I picked up. “Open the door gugu”. It was my sweetie. Now he uses the spare keys when he is back from work.
PS: I still hear the door bell everyday. I never have opened the door myself ever after. J.

Wait fot it..

A heavy heart and sunken eyes… That’s what I have since last week. I can’t forget any minute of the gruesome incident. L. Why do people have to pass away and leave us behind! L

Life plays chess with us. We try to protect everything that is beloved to us, but often lose. It is true. But happiness is not just when everything goes right. Happiness is when we feel a good fresh breeze on our face; when we drink a cool gulp of soft drink in the hot sun; when we look in the mirror and see a beautiful person; when we see our loved ones hold us in our pain. It has been a long wait. Four long years.

[Five years ago] Wandering in our dormitory corridor, I went to every room in the floor looking for movies they had in store. Guess no one was interested to share happiness. But Dessy, my neighbour, was busy using up her share, at a single go. Her best was, 14 movies at a stretch. That is in 3 days without sleep.  Yeah... so as I was saying, Dessy, handed over her thumb drive and showed me the “leave” emote. : P

I know, I know. Nothing good happens after 2 AM. But I had to do get over my unhappy mood. Know what! My work was good, but, but, but, people in it do their best to mess up your wonderful days. Yea. Horrible bosses. I have my journal on it coming up. So… to get over my bitter slimy days, I decided to spice up my night rides. ;). Oh no no! It’s not what you think it is. I became a Movie Buff. But that day, I ran out of the supplies. So Dessy, did a refill.

That was the night, I fell in love. J (This is a blushing smiley). Like the most of the times in my life, I totally fell in love, felt happy, literally, sat back and relaxed. I fancied myself in my 40s or 50s and narrating to my children about how I met their father. J. The cracked pot version of me, had decided what to wear, when he proposes on one knee with a blue French horn. AAAAHhhhh… Perfect. He is a keeper for a life time.

I like it when he is with his best buddies. They are together for 9 years now.  A string attached is for a lifetime. I promised myself that I will not wither my future and will not keep any secrets from each other, just like them. J .I should admit. That’s not the only reason I like their life. They get to grub mouthful French fries and burgers and grab beer bottles all the time ;). Not that I love beer. But their pub serves delicious food too. A Cosy place for a booze. : P. I wouldn’t splash out a lot on drinks though. ;).

Should I say it? I love his friend too. Not sure if it is ethical. In fact, I love his friend more than I love him. He dresses as an executive most days. Naah. Not most days, but always. Even in bedK. Pretty formal, huh!!! I gobsmacked when I knew what he does for fun [that is the only thing he does]. He dresses up as a skittle-juggler or a road-side hotdog seller or even as a Gay transsexual. His hobbies are doing the unexpected and to make women fall for him. Guess I am one of those women, myself. He is Awesome!! No no.. The right word is “Legendary”. J.

To my envy, he fell for the clear skinned, sparkling eyes, brown haired, soft lipped TV anchor. Yea. She is so pretty and witty. Her confused look is her most beautiful gesture. And her next best is when she has to lie or hide something for friendship. She is a heartthrob of many but she never gives up her own. Let’s go to the mall, is her catch phrase. But Um… Isn’t she a li’l old to be going to the mall? Life goes on as it takes you. “Just booze, sleep around and get back to work” … totally works for her. J.

Wrapping up a day’s work and still full of beans. During my evening schedule, I used to faff around and may be have a kip. : P. Life is not so bad after all. The cup of green tea, could leg me through my zonked out afternoons. But getting back to my friends and having the boost for a day long, is something worth a do.

It continued each night and on weekends.  A 24 minute humdrum every night. I then foresaw that this pace of my intense tabloid would end our bond all at once. So I would hold back a bit and saved a piece of it to survive another beautiful day. But Aaah..!!! Crikey!!! I got married. I GOT MARRIED…!!!! [That was 3 years later] I got a bit gutted in the beginning. Marriage is colourful, tastes sweet and falls melodiously into your ears. But my work factory still had a stroppy mob strangling my respiratory organs enough to get me blue. It made me realize that life puzzles fall out of fit when your friends are forgotten.  

I coaxed my better-half to begin a new amity with my pals and believe me; he was chuffed to bits...:P. He loved them and there; I re-did my good old days from the beginning. It was all so fun-filled and joyous. Every day I fell in love a little more.

[Narrating their story…] He falls in love again and gets dumped again, but still carries the spirit. But finally, he finds his missing puzzle.  My ideal couple; breakup, and gather their pieces back together and are having a baby together. My favourite guy falls for my favourite beautiful woman. My anxiety blew up every single night. The happy thing is that we (me and my man) did it together and with a hop of interest.

[Last week] I couldn’t hold back my keen impatient heart to get to chin wag with my old pals (old as in not old, but for how long we knew each other).  Blimey!!! I could see my crushed heart bleed and the pieces drown down to the deep blue ocean; no corners or boundaries. My favourite people. Lilly and Marshall’s son is going to college. (That dint hurt), Barney and Robin got married (that dint hurt) and got a divorce in 3 months (That did hurt a little), Barney fathered a beautiful baby girl (that dint hurt), Ted’s wife passed away (what!!! What!!! Why?! I mean, how?! And why... that did hurt a lot). L.

I waited for 5 long years to get to the “...and they lived happily ever after…”, and it all went pear-shaped. I wept a portion of the night and conked-off on my beloved’s happy story. These people held when I was high and low and blue and red.

I gathered myself up and made believe the following as the Climax of the series “How I Met Your Mother!”

1.     Ted and Tracey and their two kids lived happily ever after.

2.     Robin and Barney get back together and together with their daughter live happily ever after.

3.     Lilly and Marshall and their 3 kids lived happily ever after

This is my happy ending to the happiness that drove me through my most tough times. J. I am still “waiting for it”, I mean waiting for the happy show on TV. A lot about friendship, a lot about Love, a lot about pain and loss and makeups. It is Legendary. J.

DE-Happinated

Is it still lying on my window parapet? How do I skim the dead crow chic off the hot concrete slab? Is there a long rod or what if it falls off from the 8^th floor. It’s so disturbing. What do I do? What do I do? Psst…. Just wake up!!!! Grrrrr.. Another weird lurid dream. Arrgggghhh!!! But the crow was still blaring my ears. My sleep broke. I sneak-peaked through my window pane. The spy-crow was keeping an eye on all my moves in here. It planned each wing flutter to make me more and more irate.

 

An afternoon nap was expected to be more refreshing like a caffeine power nap or something. But turns out the universe conspires when I have plans to get comfy. The Viking bike riders club of college kids, downstairs. They rightly plan their fun practice when I am plugged in for recharge. That’s why I said, “Conspiracy”.

What was the other option here? After a fight, it’s a healthy habit to go to sleep. Believe me, it works 9 out of 10 times.

Benefits: (1) Erases your relative cache memory and reloads clean fresh pages. (2) The body temperature comes at par with the room temperature. (3) You tend to maintain your body weight by eating less.

This time “SHE” did it again. Yea. That’s my mom. Now that I am miles apart, the age old custom of WWF championship has to still go on. And once the match fires up, we both have our fluids boil up and pressure cook our brains.

“Bobby [dats wat she calls me], can’t you act your age? You are not a kid anymore. When are you gonna learn to be responsible and be mature. Huh.. is this how I raised you?” … There goes… Know what!! The level of maturity in the contents of the dialogues change occasionally. “Bobby, don’t act like you are my mother. You are still not matured enough to take such huge decisions without consulting your elders. Your life has just started and you already feel that you have experienced all of it. No. Very bad…” and goes on.

 

Why is it like that all the time? I have a stuffy head now. Grrrr…. Every time I have a stuffy head, I just wanted to shun myself off the world with the show curtains down and in contrary mom would want to dig into her wardrobe with all the festival lighting in the room. Can you believe it? The washing machine and the bath schedules are just Mom’s alibi to her ‘How are you now?’ concern.

 [Now] (Eyes rolling)..Now who does that!! Oh.. I have cob webs in my room. Just noticed. :S. I have to pull those things off the ceiling and clean up. Hhmm.. Bad that I don’t get paid for this own house cleaning job anymore. Yea. I used to get 10 bucks a week for keeping the house clean. It includes mopping the place and washing the prayer lamp. My mom, my first employer. She was a tough task master. Inspections and yelling comes along as a free gift. But I earned quite well. :D. I almost earned 1000 bucks by working on extra tasks too. ;)

But the employer had money borrowing issues. “Bobby, you have so much money kept dead. That’s hoarding. Lend your money for an interest of 10 bucks per 100, it will earn you a sum and you don’t have to do a thing”. Fell for it most of the time. Man, these kinda employers are real cunning. [Sob]. I have been very particular about keeping the green very safe since then. :P that’s how you learn ‘how to save’.

  

 

[Coming back to now] So as I was saying, she just has to clear her quota of roaring at me once a week, to be precise. Oh no. I am not taking that. [Flashback] Matt always was allowed to pedal 3 kilometers in the evening for the local cricket county. “Bobby, you are a girl and girls don’t roam around places in the evenings. Are you out of your mind? You are not going out alone in the dark, not now, not never. End of discussion”. Oh yea. See, don’t you think that it is a clear case of favouritism to Matt.

[Again coming back to now] I am bed-ridden with something that ‘flu’ through me and she calls up after an hour from the usual time. I know that I shouldn’t expect a lot. I can see the evident changes here n there. The frequency of the calls have now come down to 2 calls and another when disaster strikes, from the usual 3 calls a day and 5 or 6 during crisis. You can understand where I am coming from on this point, right?

[Somewhere in the Recent Past] “Is that what you wear to shopping? The denim pants are so skinny and Bobby your thighs are fat for your frame”. L. I am not a fatty, believe me. Know what..!! [School days] I was fed the idea that I am a stunning female and I shouldn’t be out in attractive attires or else it will catch the attention of normal public [guys to be specific]. I had the privilege of wearing the only very pretty long skirt to high school. I was identified as the “mini skirt girl”. And it went well with those binocular lenses. Matt: the legal cum technical cum social cum what not advisor to mom for all my youthful horrors.

[Childhood memories] Yea. Having a sweetened big brother can be sweeter than a compulsory school sport of squelching a bag of lemons by yourself. Oh yea. I remember all those toffies which he ate all by himself. Not even one, hasn’t he shared. He was so fond of food that he encouraged my disgust for home-cooked food, so that he could dive into my meal plate without playing pranks on me. Mom still complains to guests about the showcase mirror that I broke and of which I have been a scapegoat. I had no choice. Or else he would have told mom, about the episode of mom’s favourite wrist watch that fell in the toilet. In life you sometimes become so hostage to the wicked goblins. And how I can I forget his best: The Red bicycle riding hood. That is where you get to ride the bicycle through your lil’ sister’s chest. I clearly doubt his defence that he didn’t see me fall down when I was being chased.

“No way you are going tuitions with this guy. I don’t think his intentions are good….” Contd… “Bobby, you cant stay on phone for that long. Are you guys trying to resolve gulf war?”… “Friends always deceive.. never trust friends..” ..contd… “Promise me that you will never fall for some guy and put your family values on the line”.. Friends deceive??? I spend more time with them than I do with family. Yea. I get hurt and we fight and we break our friendships, but we have a choice. And about guys… A girl has to end up with the right guy for a life time. So she should know how a bad relationship looks like. Shouldn’t she. These were my defences. Didn’t work well for her though.

[My Teenage mutiny] Mom’s brain waves: “I think the compound wall should be raised 2 feet higher so that passers-by don’t take the pain to sneak into our living room”. Yep. It was done in a couple of weeks’ time.

[Now] (sob sob ngheee ngheee) she should have called me on time right. I am still furious. I am not going to apologize for what I said. I am clear in my mind that I am being sidestepped by her. She understandably should have thought that, like Matt, I don’t get to enjoy her food all week long, and that I don’t get to be checked out on my temperature during the long lonely day hours. Isn’t that mean? And that…. [ti nini tini ting.. my phone rings… mom’s personalized ring tone]… Awwww… she calls again… [I answer after 3 consecutive calls]. I speak: “Yea. Was sleeping.. you know that I hate hospitals.. then again why do you have to …

 

[and the argument continues].

 

 

The Big "BANG BANG BANG" Theory

When is my bus coming.? Grrrrr… its too hot here… and I am tired standing for this long…. Usually it’s never this late. Ohhh!!!.. Now the bus is going to be stuffy and bombarded. Aaarrrgghhhh!!!

 

“Hey…. It’s you…Oh dear.. It has been years since we met. Where are you know? “ I somehow wanted the bus to arrive so that I could escape from the Terrorist Attack. It was my college mate Annie [Annoy as I would call her]. She loved pouring hot charcoal into the combustion engine.

[3 years ago the same situation, place and person]

I passed a smile and gave answers to all her interrogation questions. She kept on bragging about how beautiful her life is with her kids and her loving husband and her new job. Good..! Happy for you sweetie!!

“Aren’t you getting married?”, “Are you joining the convent?”, “Aren’t you ashamed of staying single for this long?”.

Not a word fabricated. These were what she were coming to.

 

It’s quite natural that human character is compounded with an ingredient of curiosity, in different ratios in each human being. But when the ratio goes in high levels, the ingredient proves to show blotches and irritation to other life forms, usually of the same species.

Staying single and ashamed!! That’s the worst combination that goes along. Single implies, you are open to more options :D and moreover, you are in the jealous eyes of all “unhappily married with kids” couples.. :P:P:P. Strange but true. Back home, in the bus, “Annoy” ate a major portion of my ear wax and brain fluids. Man!!! She is such a pain in the A**. [Had to use the slang, sorry]. I bet everybody has come across such Annoys, in their lives here and there :D.

“Psst… It is not that I hate guys. ;)… I actually loved to be in the world of love, holding hands with the very special man. Even when I do the dumbest, he would stand by me and simply adore my looks, secretly. Would kiss me everyday, and say that he loves me and lift me up in the air and dance in happiness. It would all be so colourful and soft and what all is romantic called. Know what..!! I even had a background track for when he comes and takes me, with him, on the horseback. |D |D B). [Lallala lala lallala lala…] kheekheekhee..  AAhhh [sigh]…

But reality shows you the black and white picture most of the time, aint it? There was no perfect Zorro Hero that came across. The “HE” I looked for in every so called “Interesting” guy, was so missing.

 Scene:1 It seemed as though I could see the whole world around in High Definition.  I planted my eyes on the walkway of the class 10. It struck 9 and there he was. Deep brown curls and a pink smile. To add on was a red tika on his forehead. More days of watching passed by but sooner a stroll in the school ground against each other and an accidental hand rub. OMG! It burnt my fingers or did it melt my brains. I confess that I didn’t wash my palm that whole day. Turns out he had a shot with another hot babe. “TRRRKKKLLL PRRRKKKLLL CCCRRRACCCKKLLLEEE”… I think that was how it sounds when heart breaks. That was just a start for a 13 year old.

Scene:2 Programming was seeding in generosity wherein I couldn’t think of any better idea than turn around. There he was, in the off-white kurta, he looked soooper cool. My neck unknowingly turned around and eyes leaped over to the new choco crunch I could wish for. Our eyes met in every pillar and stair ways of the atrium. His eyes locked my sight too. It felt as though he was waiting for me at the college gate to recommend an opening for a cutie cuddly girlfriend position. Suddenly my already-planned plan rang a bell. Being a programmed girlfriend for the fine guy was too much to take on to my graduation plate. I turned away my face and walked past him. And that was it.

Further Scenes: So apparently it turned out to be Mr. charming might just last for a week until I get to have an argument on either, sharing tasks, or food factors, or just how much he is into current affairs. (yuckhhh!!!!). Guys look too attractive only when seen from a distance, and some more when it is mutual. :P :P :P. But once the talking starts and gets to a level of heya.. seeya!!!

 

There are theories I formulated for holding your instincts.

1.       If you are still single, God is searching for the perfect person for you. That means, you are special. All those who are in a hurry to cuddle, let them feed their hunger… :P :P :P

2.       There is no bad or good people. People are just like magnets. They sometimes show exactly that side on you, which repels. So just either wait for it, OR just turn around and search for “THE” magnet.

3.       The “Special Someone” is not just somebody to fill a position of ‘SPOUSE”.

These theories are here not because I followed it, it just means that I have been into deeper shi*. :P.

Anyways, that doesn’t matter anymore. But as I was saying, when time comes, you would know. Speak, talk, meet people. Understand their words. Display yourself. Do not try to be another person. Just be you.

Scene 5 years back: One glance through the hall way. A surprising indirect “will you marry my friend?” note from my boss followed. Thankyous and Festival wishes just flowed through the office communicator but I still clung on to thumbs down. I ran through the stair way to hide him but got caught at the lift entrance. He unwound his crumbled heart and left heartbroken another time. That one time I wanted to say “yes”. A seeding sprout up and I had to have faith in my intuitions and “We Spoke”. That one moment in life, when you feel alive – I had my “that” moment.

Before the talk

After the talk
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I admit that I had a template for the perfect man in my life. At first it were the looks, the fair soft face and tall frame, but gradually I felt that it more fits into the feminine template. The dark and handsome impressed. Long hair, pierced ears, tattoos, all of it. A prospective fashion columnist can crush on those wilds. Hhmm… shouldn’t that sound okish to mom too. Naah. The “Not a good idea” struck me in another 2 or 3 years. But I dunno, I never could fall for a fat belly.

Anyhow, I have a secret fascination for a fair soft face teddy with a cushion belly. Aawwww… It caught my sight and it has a special hard-drive with all my teeny-weeny details and programmed just to like me and make me cozy. I browsed through its softwares and to my biggest happiness was the “Make Me Happy” program. I just wanted to shout out loud – “OS upgraded”. World was spinning hard and I see only colours everywhere.

PS: The plum-pillow really works – True story ;)

P.S : I "STILL" Love You ...!!!!

3 days… It has been 3 days since anybody has seen him. No news. No trails. Why would he even do that!!! I was doing my best to take care of him, right? Now they keep me worrying that he is never to return. I want to keep my hopes in high spirits.

We were so happy together. He was always there for me when I needed a shoulder. And I would stand against the world for him. It was hard for me to be without him even over a weekend. He used to wait and wait and wait till its Sunday evening, so that we meet up again and be together. Aaahhh!!! Nobody has ever loved me the way he used to.

Those kisses and hugs were all of so much affection and passion. He loved leaning on my lap on every starry night. He loved it when I fed him with my hands. J. I was never so affectionate to anybody ever before. He was renowned even at my work place and they had fables built-up for our sweet connection. I had even introduced him to a couple of my colleagues as well J.

 

[…Flashing back a few years...Dec 26^th 2006...]

AAArrrrrrggghhhh…!!!! My feet are dirty and I don’t have a choice other than to walk, walk and walk in the muddy rain. Capital city was clad in slurpy chocolate that day, because of the rain. A day after Christmas. Julie and I exchanged our Christmas gifts in the Fast Passenger bus. J. It was Julie’s birthday that day. Know what? You won’t believe!!! She had this megalomania of being born on a Christmas day. But later in 2006, she found out that it was a slight miscalculation by the astrologer. :D… Phew!!! One gone down…

We had to find a place to stay. On our mission to “gain real time work experience” and to check out IT geeks, we headed to the Capital city in search of internship openings as part of our curriculum exercises.

We followed the pointers and the directions. Finally reached my 7 year destiny. [Nobody goes out of here very easily]. I pushed the gate doors open into the spooky green cob web.  There he was standing looking at me with his wide open round black eyes. Who knew that one day he would become one of the most important guys in my life!! 

Nobody was around. I walked towards him and was just about to open a friendly conversation and suddenly the mess lady came over and poured on us all the details of the stay and food and the rates, and even the rules. Decisions were quick, except for Penny. Her father had to come and inspect the place twice to get her the admission fees.

He had a gloomy face which caught my attention and I wanted to keep him happy how much ever I could. From day one, we became friends and my days and nights were full and never empty anymore.

Penny and I were literally having a race of rage to spend a minute more with him and to please him in every possible way. I was content that I own him as “mine”, but Penny had her red heart beat for him, just the way I did. I pretended to not notice. But lucky for her, subject to market risks I had to invest next two years away from him [I got a job, 800Kms away from him L]. Life took a weird-o-weird dive into deep shi*. Mostly daily calls, emails and such shared pictures kept the “fun-loving me” alive in the happening yet boring city. Know what? I never sang a tune back there. I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. [I sing all the time. Be at work or off-work]. I somehow managed a couple of trips to and fro and eventually settled down in the cob web [the dormitory]. Julie’s marriage was one of those memorable trips :P. And not farther in time was Penny’s marriage leaving him all to myself to love and to care for.

 

 [hehehehehe]

He had his own food interests and his other interests included new good looking tall legs. For the ill-health he has faced, both critical and simple, For the fights he has been into, For the attacks he had to face from people around, For his secret and evident fears and dislikes, either I took the heat of the moment or burst into flames in the outrage of the situation.

 

 

[Flashing some years forward...]

A break for lunch… Meeeow!! Meeeow!!! [That’s how my phone rings] My warden has a good news to share. “HE IS BACK”. I heard it with half an ear and rushed back to see him, though weak, but back in my arms. One of the most grateful moments in my life. He was down with jaundice.

Mom grew fast and furious on my mention about how much I wanted him to be a part of my life. I had to keep annoying her for a pretty huge volume of TIME, to put this idea upto Dad’s desk. To my surprise, he instantly approved the proposal and I literally floated in air for a fraction of a second to tap my feet :D.

He never expressed his love for me in words, but I could very well see those droplets of love in his twinkling dark eyes. J. He came home and we all were happy with him around. His affable nature and lovely looks attracted everybody at home and he very soon grabbed a very special place at home.

[Now...]

He hated water. I had to pull him and lock him up in the bathroom to give him a bath. He hated bread and milk, but loved sugar. He ate just fish and chicken. He was scared of lightening and crackers. He liked good looking girls. He fought with cats and monkeys and often caught scars on face and properly got his eyeballs scratched.  He left me again for the second time. But, this time he did wait for me, to give me a goodbye kiss. J.

My dhonu, the naughtiest, spoilt and most stubborn 8 year old PUPPY. His best was, over a week without food because he was not served chicken or fish. He made sure that I was brought to my knees and flew kites of my vegan principles for his obstinacy. J. In return of the favour I loved to dress him up in ladies slips and ribbons tied to his ear lobes :P.. [he looked super cute]. His Leash Locket still jingles closeby just the way it sounded when he climbed the stairs. J 

 

P.S: I Love you....