I share a very strange love-hate relationship with him. He loves me and I hate him. But I know he will always have my back or my front even if I don't need him. That irritates me to no end.
And, there is no way in hell can I tell him to stop being there in my life. He is stubborn, but more importantly, I think he is demented too. He drives me up the wall with his over-the-top gestures. He is never subtle, never was.
Hard as I may try, I can't recollect the exact date when I had met him first. Our first encounter, you know! May be it was never. It now seems that he was always present in my life. And now I can't get rid of him.
I won't deny that I have not cursed him on more occasions than one. Even if he won't retaliate, I would still hurl choicest form of my abuses to him. I am not sure if he senses it or not (though he really boasts of having super awesome senses), but like a perfect gentleman, he never ever gives it back to me.
But, truth be told. If I don't see him often, I am a little concerned about him. Perhaps, I miss his inexpressive eyes too. But, then again when was he known to express himself! Was he not like this ever since I have known him?
The sad part is even today if I am lying alone in my bed, there have been so many lonely nights when I hear his voice, perhaps, in my head. God knows I absolutely detest that sound.
Looking back, I realize that we never really got a chance to converse; primarily because we don't know how to. We don't understand each other. I have never taken the pains to hear his part of the story before judging him for life. As for him, I don't even know if he can listen.
May be we are not meant to be together, we shall try to be friends with each other in some other era, in some other avatar.
I have absolutely no shame in saying that I don't want you in my life. You are ugly and I have given up on you; especially today when I saw peeing you on the road, you dirty brown Wadala's dog! Please leave my neighborhood so that I can sleep in peace.
Your puppy eyes can take you to only so much, mister!
And, there is no way in hell can I tell him to stop being there in my life. He is stubborn, but more importantly, I think he is demented too. He drives me up the wall with his over-the-top gestures. He is never subtle, never was.
Hard as I may try, I can't recollect the exact date when I had met him first. Our first encounter, you know! May be it was never. It now seems that he was always present in my life. And now I can't get rid of him.
I won't deny that I have not cursed him on more occasions than one. Even if he won't retaliate, I would still hurl choicest form of my abuses to him. I am not sure if he senses it or not (though he really boasts of having super awesome senses), but like a perfect gentleman, he never ever gives it back to me.
But, truth be told. If I don't see him often, I am a little concerned about him. Perhaps, I miss his inexpressive eyes too. But, then again when was he known to express himself! Was he not like this ever since I have known him?
The sad part is even today if I am lying alone in my bed, there have been so many lonely nights when I hear his voice, perhaps, in my head. God knows I absolutely detest that sound.
Looking back, I realize that we never really got a chance to converse; primarily because we don't know how to. We don't understand each other. I have never taken the pains to hear his part of the story before judging him for life. As for him, I don't even know if he can listen.
May be we are not meant to be together, we shall try to be friends with each other in some other era, in some other avatar.
I have absolutely no shame in saying that I don't want you in my life. You are ugly and I have given up on you; especially today when I saw peeing you on the road, you dirty brown Wadala's dog! Please leave my neighborhood so that I can sleep in peace.
Your puppy eyes can take you to only so much, mister!
