An open Affair

I have never been known for the zeal of doing the right kind of things in my life but mostly the lack of not being able to. The tone and pitch of sorrows layered with anger and annoyance brings to the fore my real self. Seldom understood, largely misunderstood. Known to be the ultimate rambler, seeking solace in the myriad details of hope in wakefulness and love-the logic syndrome dragging the entire live-in in chaotic disorder. Agreed. The various shades of blue,black and grey. Solid color ( you see) defines me the best. Unadulterated, pure in its darkest shade and shrieking of rock-solid faith. Usually embedded deep inside, these hues need an eye beyond vision. To be able to love it, will always remain the harder choice, I am glad you opted otherwise. Agonizingly contented - the rare emotion my tiny little faith enjoys today. The whites, pinks & the floral marvels missing. The purples waiting to unfold some day.

I was quick enough to grab a cereal bar from the pharmacy & rushed in to the office. The ritual of having breakfast before I leave for work made me buy the bar but my appetite kept refusing. Morning sickness - I hope not. I had truck load tasks at hand and I knew that the Orkut alerts have to wait. Wading through countless emails & responding to them carefully such that I donot sound rushed up, screening every letter and its case, my fingers were deftly playing on the laptop when a sudden pat looked up for notice. Ah! My good old folks were here and wanted me to join them for tea-break. The atrium will be crowded usually during this time. Most of them would throng around for a verbal account from the horse's mouth. How do I evade these advances? Well, it follows the norm especially when you are back from a 3week honeymoon vacation. Inundated with calls mostly congratulating me on my new feat and the rest on work, I finally offload some of ...