Then, in the reflection of that dirty glass remains
everything that truly matters… True loves reunited.. The Appy Fizz and
Bacardi!!!
ROMANTIC!!
Everything seems so romantic, haha... I am high!! The night seems to be too ordinary
to suit my enjoyment and I would need wings to visit that fairy world in a
blink.
I actually don’t think that these words
are the beginning of a masterpiece, but I really wanted to write words
so passionate that they would reflect my mood…
There are 7 billion people in this world and today, I feel
it is only Me, paru, shithu and sree... This world is silent, waiting for us to
speak, to lead us on. There is no one here, looking to see whether we are
behaving or sitting properly. Only we are here, looking out and looking in at
once.
And I am with these crazy bees on this weekend winter night with
my feet on the poor figo hand break rests, watching the blurry fogy Trivandrum nights
while Roshith is driving, sipping and savoring the spicy chasers with always
high paarukuty on the side. When shithu drives sitting in front of me, my
smiling face on the rear view mirror would wink. I can feel his heart beats a
little slower and his fist, a bit looser as the music changes from Syamambaram
to muthuchippi poloru… Haha.. Bloody malayali.. “Turn left here,” sree sometimes
say but that would be all… The lovely guy with six feet nothing…. And this night I again feel that teenage
suffocation, I’ll climb out shithus child locked window, like in those suburban
movies with shitty dialogues…We’d drive around our suburban neighborhood,
emptying the fizzy-glass bottles into our throats and making red stop signs
kiss the floor…
The Silent Night... Holy Night…
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