The answer was always no. Avi sat by the window seat of the train awaiting Yen's call. It never came. Hours passed. He walked in and dropped a bag on the seat opposite to hers. She looked up. He never glanced towards here. There was a pretty girl on the platform. He walked out to her, held her by the waist and kissed. Her eyes showed that she had been crying for hours. The train screamed out in its shrill voice. He hopped on to the train and sat on his seat. He held out his hand and said - "Joshua." The phone rang.
Friday, December 16, 2011
Monologues - III
They met for the first time on the road. He asked her to coffee. Led her to a basement cafe. He was a man of few words; she was a motormouth. The conversation lasted cups of coffees and hours. Laughter never ceased. Years later for the last time they met on the roads of a city three thousand kilometres away. He asked her - "Coffee?" He led her to a rooftop cafe. He did all the talking this time, while she just listened and hugged herself. Just one coffee this time. They walked to a fork. She stood there watching him walk. It was just a matter of time. He never turned around.
Monologues - II
Sometimes the only thing in life that makes it all better is red nail polish.
Sitting in the bath, thousands of Caribbean bubbles without a care in the world.
Knowing with my little red polish, everything will be okay.
Twisted ankle but always with pedicure toes. Y'all know I have to match.
Hormones all over the place, no warning, not even for me. Tears in my eyes, because well...being a woman isn't fun.
But you know what? I wouldn't trade it or my little red polish for the world.
Sitting in the bath, thousands of Caribbean bubbles without a care in the world.
Knowing with my little red polish, everything will be okay.
Twisted ankle but always with pedicure toes. Y'all know I have to match.
Hormones all over the place, no warning, not even for me. Tears in my eyes, because well...being a woman isn't fun.
But you know what? I wouldn't trade it or my little red polish for the world.
Monologues - I
Someday it is all going to be hers, she thought. She wrapped his arms closer around her and looked at the outline of his nose in the darkness. She reached out and made sure the blanket covered him completely. Snuggling close to him, with his nose on her ears, she inhaled the familiar smell. Giggled to herself thinking about the night that happened. Listened to all the guffaws of his drunk friends in the next room, while he chose to sleep with his arms around her. She never knew when sleep took over.
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