Litres of Sap

Roof top. Cloudy sky.

An occasional airplane flying overhead. Christmas lights come early.

Three men and a little lady. And a lot of intelligent conversation.

We cover everything from g.b.s to hash cakes.

And caffeine. Glug. Glug.

And all the while, I have this feeling inside of me. This is what a sparrow feels like I guess. Before it jumps off into flight from the cornice.

The phone in my pocket is uncanny with its stillness.

7.38:- One message received.

TD-Beauty. Tells me how you get 150 rupees off on the purchase of two Lakme lipsticks if you exchange your used lipstick.

I wonder what conditions apply to this gross deal.

8.11:- Another message received.

Aneek . A joke about some guy and how the last thing he wants to do before being executed is update his Fb status message.

I miss the punch line.

8.42:- One more message.

Sabby. Oye B@*$*!

Pretty direct. Appreciation.

I am positively sinking as I pocket my phone. The lights are far away. The bye-pass din is dim.

10.49:- Message again.

Sounak. Too much love will kill you/ Just as sure as none at all/ It’ll drain the power that’s in you/ Make you plead and scream and crawl/ And pain will make yo*some text missing*

This is where you smirk and say. BSNL! Ha!!

I am inclined to agree with sounak. It is sheer terror at times.

Like an additional limb. And you are being frightfully aware of the fact that it is joined to you not by muscles and tendons.

Something much more fragile. And exquisite. Gossamer.

But try as I might nothing can change the fact that you are the bulk of my inbox. My outbox. My draft folder. Saved items.
In both my cellphone. And gmail account.
External and internal memory.

That they make me smile to myself like a fool.

That you invade my 3’o clock nap, even when it is 42 degrees and we have Mars bars together.

That half of the things I say/want to say these days begin with ‘X says…’

That I have to tell you every tiny details of every irrelevant incidence.

That whispering ‘I love you’ at 4.00 in the night seems the most obvious thing to do.

That I am not I these days but vary somewhere between you and us.

That mostly, more than being happy, I want to be your happiness.


And this i NEED you to understand. Cos only you can understand.


23.15:- THE message.
You say HI.*smiley face*
And peace will reign again I figure.
X crossed fingers X
....both hands... :P