I MISS YOU MOM

I slept late and woke up too late as usual. My phone signaled Red in its battery pot as it might have tried maximally to wake me up by alarming the time. On a quick succession, I jumped up from the bed, brushed, showered and tried getting  ready like an Autobot in transformer movie. Everything was fast except my shirt. “hey mom..?how many times I told you not to button up my shirt after ironing ???” I cursed her. unlocking each button seemed to be a precisely performed cardiac surgery. I thought I need to stitch a line of  welkers to avoid this buttoning. Welkers suits better. I think its more convenient for the way I am.

After buttoning my shirt, I called my mom again for my tiff-in. She ran up to me and gave my lunch. But i didn't mind. Actually I could not. Because I was much angry. I had told her so many times not to button up my shirt. But she wont hear. I am not forcing her to do what I said. I just need to avoid her favors as it make my life more complicated.When I ran out and jumped into my bicycle,she was saying something. She was saying something. I didn't bother listening to it as I knew that it would be the same dialogues- “Go slow..Take care…Eat well Study well…” etc…

Change is an outcome of time, realized  when I count the number of years passed as an eye-blink. Almost all interventions of a woman in my life is  substituted with my better half who is still sleeping in my bedroom when I am ironing my shirt now. Of coarse she loves me. But the problem is, may be love have lots of dimensions…

Anyhow, I realize that those buttoned shirts from my mother were actually a blanket of care, love and affection. she used to keep her offered embryonic layers of all finer things around me. How mad was I when I thought it all as restrictions. I definitely miss all those  things.. I really miss you mom…………

I' VE A GOOD FRIEND

It appears to be a snowy day when I met her at first. I sensed through so many angles of imagination and creativity. It all made me to grasp the beautiful sensations altogether. Delusions, illusions and hallucinations. Am I boozed??No. I was just got jailed in her borstal baselessly.

                                   She was just awesome, quite enough to make me ebullient. Spectacles over her eyes refracts blue coloured cornea making a partial reflection to spread the bluish traces over the glasses. Her waist length hair was just creased up, carving a bundle of it to left simply.

                                  Like a tragic love story of a sincere lover, we both falled in love with respect to the gravity in mutual understanding .  But it all turned upright when I knew that my best friend hates my girlfriend. Its true. Girls are always a magnet of danger.

My friend used to  advice  me  by saying so many rude comments about her. It was intolerably painful. Why he is doing this to me??Why he confines my dream of being with my girl. Did I do anything against him?? No...may he be jealous?? Not at ll..  Every such question pierced my heart trying to hurt her she who rests there safely.

                                  Meanwhile on a bad day, my friend outsmarted my tolerance and showed his vulgarism at its top. It was not just an irritation but was an insult to my relation. I did not think before I acted, but I could only judge myself when I saw his cheeks marked bruises and ears bleed. I shivered not expecting the reverse punch. I was afraid and sad that I lost one of my best relations.

Calling my girl turned more dramatic and reasonfull now. I did so as not to narrate my heroic punch. I just said what  happened.  she asked me “why” and then modified herself silent but I could hear some wheeze. What I told her might have changed my laconic girl melancholic..At last she asked “can we meet somewhere??” I said yes. That’s what I exactly want..

                                Unusual to our normal meet ups, she came late today. She was so desperate more than me. Actually I was expecting some appeasing words from here. But she made me to do the reverse. I like that. Girls always have a way of complicating things.

                                She started talking about my friend. Not just a few words. A lot.. lot more than I known about him for the last three years. Finally she winced to say that its him, challenged her purity of womanhood years before. She wiped her tears of sorrows out   with an admirable emotional intelligence as she turned around and left.

I picked my phone to dial my friend. I should say my apologies for that punch. Should I?? He was actually forced himself to act like a villain between our relations.  But it was for me. For checking me out from carrying over his mistake. I think he is still a good friend.

 I thought about that sincere girl. How good she is?? Quite Beautiful...Now I think virginity is not physical..