The Day I Stopped Going Topless
(A Memoir)-
It's been so long but I remember our first meet. I can't call it a date because we met on our admission day. Though, I remember the day more because I got admitted to a good college that day.
Let me be brutally honest about it, I didn't see him on the very first day. Though, he claims he knew it would be "me" on the day. Needless to say, I call it bullshit. And he calls it love at first sight.
As said, I don't remember our first meet. Things I remember are on the basis of his claimed story. He says I was wearing a white kurti. I think I remember that Kurti now. And trust me, it was so Behenji. None to offend, I was. Maybe, I'm still am.
But, he doesn't know one thing till this moment, I saw him that day. I was just a prick who didn't want to accept it. I just thought it would be much fun to take a jive out of his story. After all, it's a treat to watch your partner talking about the times when it was one-sided. I very well remember that a well dressed guy with nicely parted hair sat behind me, looking at me.
It's been so long but yes, I remember each and every detail of our so-called first date. Yes, date! Because we both knew about it. Because we both were in it.
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Sometimes, you want to say a lot.
But, words are just enough.
Or, you just let it go.
Just for the fear of losing.-
waiting for others to join who never join. And eventually, you never really start. Start alone. If people want to join, I will walk with them. The miles I walk won't depend on others but my stamina, will power and tenacity.
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Your love, your existence
Make me
My existence & life
More meaningful than ever.-