Like blistering barnacles or bloody bus or jumping jacks for all I care but I started off with a heart ready to explode with reminiscence and aching, longing for the times past.
Missed dada Jaan SO much I actually thought my heart will burst. As I typed in the title, after bursting I couldn't think of anything except Bloodvessels! Yep. That's the way we roll. Strokes and haemorrhages may break our coherence but words will never hurt us! Ha!
This is great. So dada jaan- like. I miss him. Truckloads. Especially when sometimes I scarily remind myself of him. It's scary because he was a loner and I've always been afraid of being one but again as I type this, I realise, I'm turning into one at the pace of the sun going around its own orbit. Slow but moving.
I miss him yet he is always around. In my craziness, my eccentricities, my wrath, my songs, my humour, my love. He is here and no one can take him away from me.
He wasn't perfect. Wasn't close to it. He was crazy! Maybe that's why so are we. Sadly most wanted to fit in with the crowd instead of stand out like the odd one out (courtesy: group photo Police College Sihala/ Sehala where Mr Principal is the only one...wait for it...smiling, looking out of the frame.) and they did. Just that they no longer are people that I used to know or even want to know now owing to what they've become.
The only way I love myself is when I find you in little things every day. Tying my shoe laces, cutting fruit, boiling milk, making baalaai (cream), writing dates on books, reading poetry, ignoring imbeciles and sometimes just scaring the crap out of them with a graceful speech going bwahahaha on the inside. Cricket I have abandoned more or less. Sometimes comes back but gives me a seizure when I look around to see your face in the middle of the game and its not there. Can't do cricket without cringing. So much of my life is against what you would think but all of it is what you would've loved.
And I love you
Missed dada Jaan SO much I actually thought my heart will burst. As I typed in the title, after bursting I couldn't think of anything except Bloodvessels! Yep. That's the way we roll. Strokes and haemorrhages may break our coherence but words will never hurt us! Ha!
This is great. So dada jaan- like. I miss him. Truckloads. Especially when sometimes I scarily remind myself of him. It's scary because he was a loner and I've always been afraid of being one but again as I type this, I realise, I'm turning into one at the pace of the sun going around its own orbit. Slow but moving.
I miss him yet he is always around. In my craziness, my eccentricities, my wrath, my songs, my humour, my love. He is here and no one can take him away from me.
He wasn't perfect. Wasn't close to it. He was crazy! Maybe that's why so are we. Sadly most wanted to fit in with the crowd instead of stand out like the odd one out (courtesy: group photo Police College Sihala/ Sehala where Mr Principal is the only one...wait for it...smiling, looking out of the frame.) and they did. Just that they no longer are people that I used to know or even want to know now owing to what they've become.
The only way I love myself is when I find you in little things every day. Tying my shoe laces, cutting fruit, boiling milk, making baalaai (cream), writing dates on books, reading poetry, ignoring imbeciles and sometimes just scaring the crap out of them with a graceful speech going bwahahaha on the inside. Cricket I have abandoned more or less. Sometimes comes back but gives me a seizure when I look around to see your face in the middle of the game and its not there. Can't do cricket without cringing. So much of my life is against what you would think but all of it is what you would've loved.
And I love you
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