Saturday, February 09, 2008

It’s a wet cold typically grey Bangalore morning. Such mornings make her wish for someone special to curl up to with coffee and crossword. An emotional anchor. A polestar in her night sky of uncertainty. She misses a warm smile at waking. An occasional hug. Someone to say, ease up, I will take care of everything.
But these moments pass quickly. She knows a relationship isn’t for her. It has never worked. And a lot of it has to do with her. Her life had many dimensions and a relationship usually doesn’t survive all that for too long. So she has got used to her ‘alone but not lonely’ way and she isn’t unhappy. It’s just the trick of light in the morning that make her wistful.

11 comments:

Rambler said...

I like such Bangalore mornings.. the grey ones.
I think she will believe sooner or later the relationships are for everyone, and there is one right for her too...not being unhappy may be better than being unhappy, and being happy might be more fun then not being unhappy..

thealphabetmakesstories said...

she knows it is not for her bu she so secretly wishes there is one for her. somewhere. sometime.

Dusty Fog said...

hhmmnn....!!!

DreamCatcher said...

rambler: maybe..maybe not

alphabet: forever hopeful eh!

dusty: no words?

Sam said...

tricks?? really???

DreamCatcher said...

yes really.

RustyNeurons said...

The probability game will keep her going, though..

Dusty Fog said...

baaahh...!!!

Anonymous said...

depression is self indulgence. Get a life.

DreamCatcher said...

anon: nice joke. thanks.

DreamCatcher said...

rusty: probality of that is near zero :)