"The voice of life in me cannot reach the ears of life in you.
But let us talk that we may not feel lonely" -Khalil Gibran






Jul 21, 2007

A friday evening.

"Good night Madam" The cab driver wished me as I thanked him .
10:40 PM. Watchman fast asleep. I had a smile as I walked past him.
Lakshmi was already sleeping as I reached home. She did not have dinner today also. I wonder what happened to her, its been the same for a few days.
If it was the old me, I would break my head thinking what could be wrong. But , not me now.

I had planned to watch the late night movie, but didn't feel like switching on the TV when I saw her sleeping calmly.
As I picked up some snacks and the newspaper, the boys next door had started their daily guitar practice session.
I can hear them play longer notes now. They have advanced from the Do Re Mee.
Standing in the balcony, all I thought was , was this not my dream long long time back?
Be of myself, support myself, living in an apartment with the balcony facing the night moon.
But those dreams were much lovelier than the reality I was living now!
But still, there was a smile hovering...did I have such a nice day?

11:15 PM. Decided to sleep early and go for a morning walk. Reflecting back on the day, it had not been a bad one.
Less of on site issues, less of code issues, a sumptuous lunch at Chechi's mess, an Iced Eskimo, a nice chat session later in the evening, and a tour de Mysore through the deserted roads in the night cab. It had been a good day.
Yes, as expected she called.

1:00 AM. Am I feeling good like before? I wonder!

1 comment:

mathew said...

chechi's mess...are u somewhere in mysore!!..am hungry suddenly.. ;-P