Pricks

In pick-a-fight mode. Need for instant cosseting.
Indulge. Indulge. Indulge.
No, not Blunt singing 'Hey Betty, you are beautiful...'
No re-reading of old messages that captured moments that were, at best/worst, wild spurts of affection.
No symbiotic assurances through mails/messages/posters/cards/calls.
Real indulgence.
The one thats as rich as hot chocolate and consumingly mind blowingly all encompassing.
Not a hug thats half-hearted.
Something thats worth the wait. worthwhile. worthy.
sustainable. stable. willingly shared and not grudgingly handed over.
Not begged for. Nor fought wildly for.
Not needed. But around because 'it' wants to be.
It. Don't know what 'it' is. But its presence would leave no space for that teeny void.
Missed only cuz you almost know what its like.
You've read about it right? Seen it in movies? Television?
See, thats why TV is harmful. Exposure bad. Knowledge painful.
You know its out there. But its not around.. yet.

So you wait. Sometimes patiently. Then other times...you tap your foot.
Cluck away. Stare at the walls. Watch the adventures of the brave fly on the pc screen.
Bite your nails. Click some photographs. Go on facebook. Study. Read Genet, Marquez, Beckett, Yeats. Explore the features in your new phone. Live?

This is a blog. It tells you a lil bit bout what i think/do/feel (at times). I once told someone if you read my blog it will tell you 'everything' about me. Not true. It'll just tell you that im human. Extremely verbose. Whiny. Word lover. Phase go-er. Sometimes joyful. Other times, not.
Im human.

This is my story.

Ps- Everyone, try and get your hands on Marquez' 'Chronicles of a death foretold'. Awesome.