Sunday, June 21, 2009


She wipes the receiver everyday with a motherly affection. She watches college kids proclaim undying love to teenage drama queens; mothers desperately feeding on the intonation of their sons' bored voices; exam results; bad news. Everyday witness to a thousand conversations. Clandestine whispers, unaware of her presence; as if their importance was in no way undermined or enhanced in her presence. A listener. Always.

And in the afternoons, when people are too sleepy to talk, she looks at the phone longingly. The phone never stops ringing in her booth. But it's always ringing for someone else...

Thursday, June 11, 2009

You know you are PMSing when...

1) You cry watching 'His story III' , Scrubs season 5, episode 19 and want to give Janitor a hug.
2) You cry when your cat isn't responding to your affection because he's jealous of the attention you've been giving the new kittens.
3) You cry when you're talking to your friend about the last time you cried.
4) You cry because your feet hurt.
5) And you cry because when you started writing this, you thought you had more things to cry about and you got a lousy 5!
Oh yes, BAWL!
P.S- I want someone to sing this for/about me and mean it!

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

And then I knew...

I did not feel right,
The first time I heard your voice.
Nor did it fit perfectly,
When your hand held mine.
Even as we sang
Our favourite songs off key,
Some note always felt missing...

We cried at the same movies
And read our poems to each other
Between the lazy siestas
Breathing life into one another...

And then,
On that eventful night
When I happened to wake up
At 2am
I saw a smile on your face
As you slept
And travelled back to your childhood
Your innocence
Shone through
My mask of uncertainty
And I knew,
I knew that hugs and kisses
Riffs and verses
Would probably never matter to me
As much as your dreamy smile
Your indifferent dedication
To all the endless nights
I cried myself to sleep
Before I met you...

Then I knew...

Thursday, June 4, 2009


I went to a pest control store today. Saw a dead rat in the corner.

Lower than rock bottom

"I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you. And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends... you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy?!"

- Kate Winslet in 'The Holiday'.
I could not agree more.


A parting wave. A goodbye kiss. A quick hug. A ruffle of her hair. A look at a person fast asleep. A door slammed shut. Period. A forgotten song. A re-read verse. A different version of a memory. A torn page. A deleted text message. An open window, soft rain. A moonlit room, neglected shadows. The last page of a great book...

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Dark chocolate skies...

I think she's the saddest girl ever to hold a martini...

I'm just the saddest girl.Ever.Period.