17.09,2nd September,2006. Neha is sitting beside me. So is Atul and Tulika. Thomas is looking a bit sad. I can hear Enakshi's voice in the background.
It's over. It's raining. My stint at Times School of Journalism will finally come to an end within an hour or so.
I remember the first day when I came to Daryaganj. The sights and sounds are strongly embedded in my brain.
In these six months I have been hated and hated back. Loved and not loved back. No regrets though. Carrying in my rucksack a bouquet of minor experiences that will perhaps make me thoughtful sometime in the future.
Manish just said,"Any other guess." When Chandana asked about the missing mousepad.
Angshu her usual gossipy self had said that I was responsible.
Love answered in defence.
Love is sweet and Love loves me.
I am my usual self. Sultry, pokerfaced and angry.
But inside I am happy that Love is with me.
She is smiling now, her giggles of fascination never fail to fascinate me.
I am carrying love away from here. With me. To eternity.
Maybe I will fall on the way.(Love said,"Again doubt" and she says she is sad but Love is innocent)
Thank you God.
4 comments:
Love wishes that you would have more belief in her and in life. Love feels sad at times.
Memories...they get rusted soon. I cannot care less. Hope the same for you.
Good...emotional...not creative...hope u dont lose ur creativity in ur efforts to be 'nice'.Nice is 'nice' but creativity is 'nicer'
Waiting for a new start - "Cheap Thrills". Till then keep dusting the memories, unfortunately I lost the key.
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