In finer print...

Days had turned into weeks. This time around she was really annoyed and he would have to up his game if he wanted her back. She was his comfort zone. In her, he could forget the atrocities of the world. She had accepted him, nurtured him and loved him. While he loved everything he did for her, he knew there would be a price for it. He was well prepared for it. He would do whatever it took to keep her in his life. 


Heck, he had repainted his room even. Yeah, it was blue but if the women had their way, everything would have been pretty pink. She had wanted something else though…
He had run out of cigarettes and had to walk up to the new paan wala three blocks away. He couldn’t face the ones in his area as he owed them too much money. They would cuff him if they found him. But he was safe…
It took him a while to walk back. He passed many street Phool Walas who sold fragrant Mogra, Tagore flowers and lilies. He would buy them for her someday. But today was not the day. He had been waiti…

The walls were blue; a shade darker than powder blue I think. It was his choice and so it had to be blue. The paint job though was haphazard. Another one of his ideas for sure. He was always trying to prove he could do it all. Asshole. Now the room was freshly painted, yes, but uneven. The brushstrokes were crisscross or horizontal at places. Very typical of him. Surely he would have forgotten the pattern each time he took his cigarette break.



There was no easy way to do this. The confrontation could not be avoided for long. Things had simmered over days and now… before they burnt down everything, she had to come to a decision. The old dank hallway ahead seemed endless. The lone bulb on the third door on the right-hand side was on its last leg; it would die out soon.
The only light that distinguished this dump from a bottomless pit was the entrance. Taxis zipped by and hawkers hollering for their wares added a sense of normalcy. Unlike the silence within, this din was welcome. It w…

I am not big on vacations. Why? Well, given the 'workaholic' bug that's bitten the husband and I, wherever we traveled, we ensured we were connected to the Internet. At least one laptop accompanied us. We could give up sleep and sight-seeing but never skip on checking our emails. But enough was enough! 
We deserved to travel without any interference of the world wide web and hence, a plan was hatched to visit London, Belfast, and Edinburgh. Given our initial enthusiasm and panic that we had 10 days of holidays ahead of us, we over-planned! Hehe... 

Fortunately, we covered a lot. We walked a lot. We ate a lot and drank a lot of tea. And now that I am back, I feel I have missed out on a lot too. Blah. But if you ask me what was the highlight of my trip? I'd pick the London Eye over the Harry Potter Warner Bros. Studio Tour. This humungous giant wheel, held by two huge steel beams has some spectacular views to offer. Don't believe me? This picture says it all...





P.s:…

For the husband and me, it was love over a couple of phone calls and reading to-and-fro from our blogs. It was the serious kind of love where a sense of duty and commitment, respect mattered most right from the start. Our dating days were spent more on trying out new cuisines, traveling for long hours to see each other, browsing different sections in bookstores or aimlessly walking around hand-in-hand. We had long decided we were meant to be. And we believed in letting each other be.
What I am trying to say in the above-mentioned paragraph is that my then boyfriend never saw me as friend-material. I was always his girlfriend, his lover. He had his set of friends and I had mine. These two sets never met and we like it that way. So we never walked through a phase where we had to evolve from friendship…really.



However, yesterday, on the first Sunday of August, i.e. friendship day, he sent me a WhatsApp message. It is an image which says, “We are best friends. Always remember that if y…