Saturday #5!

"it was that long ago but it's all coming back to me.."

Saturday.. like it always used to be.. then.. when there was still used to be a "we"..

and well, some good definitely comes up with an 'extra' Saturday in the month.. *so much for me hating and cursing the fifth Saturday*

but then, i will be lying if i say that it was not fun.. maybe it was not simply "fun".. it was deja vu.. only better.. i guess that's what happens when everything involving the characters reeks of familiarity(sic)..

p.s. the "sent" folder of the mail-box is a very tricky place to go down.. things, that you think you've kept in the deepest recess of your mind which seems tantalizingly just beyond your reach, hold a tremendous power in playing with your mind.. sometimes good, and sometimes not that good.. 

this time around, it had "smiles" and "all things nice" for me..

p.p.s as i said, the charm of the extra Saturday!

"it was lost long ago but it's all coming back to me. it was dead long ago but it's all coming back to me. i can barely recall but it's all coming back to me now."   --MeatLoaf

Kiddo speaks

We didn't get out last goodbye.. And in a way that felt right.. Because I don't do well with goodbyes.. Especially those of the "last" types..
{the last you remember me as dressed in a sari, completely trumping your estimates and expectations, and piercing you with my "looks"..}

Still, there is that mind boggling feeling.. Of a type I can't really nail down to something being felt before.. Maybe this is what sadness means.. But it sure doesn't feel like the "sadness" type..

Yes, it's more than that.. Something or some place where even the words can't reach..

I'll miss those early morning pick-ups, the 3.00 A.M. conversations, the zillion plans which failed each time during their execution, those crazy talks, those random punches, the "fights", those fight for attention, me piercing you with my looks (like you say), that priceless laugh, THIS and THAT, "paradise", and every other thing.. I'll miss my Meano..

He is Dear.. He is Special.. In more ways that I can let him know.. And hopefully in no way less than he already knows..

Even halfway across the world, he'll be still 'here'.. and that's the belief, I'm strongly living with..

This is where the "Brown Sweater" and "Boxer" come in.. My 'comforts'.


p.s. you know it all, M.

our song!

i have friends who are dating for sometime now.. i have friends who have always been dating since forever.. i have friends who have just started dating people.. i have friends who are now getting married to their long time "partners".. i have friends who are getting married the "arranged" way..

they all have one thing in common.. and they all again have that one (more) thing in  common within that one (original) thing in common..

and that is, their "song"..

they all have a "song".. special song.. their song.. for good reasons.. for fond reasons.. for special reasons..

and they all were those good, romantic, melodious, sweet songs.. some were peppy, some soothing, some calming, some with dance beats.. but all were those "good" songs..

and that put a smile on my face.. because, i and a certain someone, also, being no different from those mentioned above, have our share of "songs".. and they all are "romantic" in their own sense.. but there lies one difference

for any outsider, those songs are the most crass songs ever! but for us, its "special"..

• "aa ante amlapuram", used to be our drive-to song, to which he used to dance.
• "maloom", was the ONLY proper sweet song, that used to be our walk-to song, on a sunday, in the crowded streets along the sea in Bombay.
• "johnny johnny" became our 'home-alone-with-each-other' song.
• "tere liye" was the std phone calls song!

and then there were "sheila ki jawani", "chikni chameli", and the likes of them!

but then somewhere, it was the "stereo love", from where it all began!


p.s. and there goes my "promise" of not writing about "you n i".. promises are really meant to be broken!(sic)