i've been blue or euphoric enough not to write anything for the last few days. its all how you interpret. yeah revealed, u've noticed that, and how more right you could be, gotta bleed to feel the blood flowing in my veins :)
some people might call me stupid, irrational, overtly sentimental, which i agree i am, but i also can't leave that moment when i left her on the platform. standing alone by herself. god knows i can write about a lot of things. even now, i've a job list full of medicated oils, construction projects, beauty brochures, textile mills and what not. plus, there's so much to talk; delhi, winters, cricket, politics, society, news, personalities... there are a thousand things which i can blabber about. all i need is willing ears ;)
but i can't just stop talking about her. like, for example, with her, even the dried out, brown leaves falling from trees look beautiful. like, how she makes silence sound the most wonderful thing in the world, i can write poetry, i can tell you about this very moment, like, how at 6pm in the evening, when its pitch black and drizzling outside, the first winter showers, all i wish is her to be with me.
i m sorry if i've bored people here, but to be true, i felt, its only after getting this post out of my system will i be able to say anything more.
perhaps today, perhaps tomorrow.
delhidreams, hmmm, it has an altogether different feel now :)