So, the only thing that can pull me out of despair seems to be indulgence. After blue kurtis, costly night-creams, strawberry jams, extra sweet cookies, colour pencils, bubble gums and 3 noodles packets, I did get my smile back. And then after, even the outcropping of pimples on cheeks and forehead or dark circles over sleep lost due to missed meetings couldn't fade this grin thats on. (blink blink) After the thousand and ten times I’ve lived our lives in my head, re-assurance is what I got today. While I dreamt poems in moon-struck nights, you smiled away the thoughts that troubled my wakeful hours. Someday I’ll borrow your eyes to see the world in full Technicolor, as my planet is still white and black. Only if people wouldn’t intrude into spaces that I had saved for us, we could breathe easy and still compliment long stemmed roses and fringed pink dresses walking past streets. Kick ass melodrama is not what I ask of you my life, I would be happier if we-don’t-really-care would be the dictum around. Short skirts on legs that are not really rocking would have looked cool anyway and peace is what we would have found within our selves. But the world will remain as it is and so will I live breathing uncertainties. How I wish that peoples girlfriends would have interested me a little less and parametric comparisons would agitate even lesser. And how I wish that words could bounce off after hitting skins and not penetrate to poison the insides. Follow the rules of reflection refraction or whatever crap as in high school books. Lost/dead/forgotten. *peace* It’s funny how I could live on blackcurrant ice-creams before. I feel nauseas even if I see it now.