Mine....

Ours will be a very ordinary story.....

Nothing to write home about.... There wont be any heart breaking tragedy which will make it special...

We'll fight n bicker n get married....We'll be like any other couple with the usual set of problems.... "You don't give me time..." You don't appreciate me and compliment me...."

Why does that make me sad??? I dont want the tragedy, but i want this to be special and important...

Cant compete with ghosts, im glad im alive, atleast i have the hope of a lifetime with you..... but that story depresses me a lot.... not jealous, atleast don't think so....can't really define it...

I feel so stupid now for thinking that you were spoiling me or vice versa....

One I cant compete with BMWs.... 2nd my gift anyway gets palmed off as given by someone else....

Its strange to be so peaceful n yet so troubled.... that's love i guess...

Once n for all.... Its over.... Sigh!!!!! again.....

home...

• is where i get to eat mummy's white chicken
• is where i smell amooma's sari
• is from where amooma n i go to the temple
• is where daddy goes to sleep while watching a cricket match
• is where i fight with rohit
• is where i see amooma praying n playing patience with a battered pack of cards, at the same time
• is where the old bugsey welcomes me an then licks me when i cry
• is where amooma makes sheera because i asked
• is where amooma makes oil for my hair
• is where bugsey wraps himself around daddy's head substituting a pillow
• is where rohit rags n bullies me
• is where daddy makes sosedges with whisky
• is where mummy n i discuss the harry potter series
• is where bugsey brings the newspaper home in his mouth, and then tears it if he doesn't get a biscuit quickly
• is from where arun n i go for a long drive to delhi
• is what i find for arun
• is where arun breaks my heart
• is what i lose and find again and again
• is what i leave n come back to
• is where i come to cry, to crash and burn