8.30- The alarm rings. I press the snooze button.
8:40- The alarm rings again. I switch it off.
9:30- I get up but still roll on the bed.
10:00- Finally, I get up.
10:30- I start for office.
11:00- I reach office.
11:30- I check my mails, chat, check the news, orkut, etc. etc.
12:30- I feel hungry, wait for lunch.
1:00- Lunch Time.
1:45- I finish my lunch and go for a smoke.
2:15- I come back from smoke and start my work.
3:30- Time for a game of Table Tennis.
4:30- I come back to my desk with snacks in hand.
5:00- I prepare for the meeting scheduled in the day.
6:00- Coffee/Tea/Smoke.
6:30- Meeting starts.
7:30- Meeting ends.
8:00- I leave office.
8:30- I reach home.
Not that I am on bench. I am very much a performer in my office. But, my office is so bloody generous that I have started feeling guilty of myself. As if this wasn’t enough, they have started serving beer in office also. I have become so bloody spoilt and lethargic. I just hope my office doesn’t make me impotent.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Memories
The voice that was music, the voice that I could recognize amongst a million voices, the voice I dreamt of starting my day listing to, the voice I longed to hear while going to sleep, the voice that told me how much you loved me- the voice that was yours.
The touch that triggered a rush on my body, the touch that ignited the blood running through my veins, the touch that made me lose myself, the touch that pushed me towards you- the touch that was yours.
The smell of your skin- enthralling, captivating, mesmerizing, hypnotizing, the smell that made leaving you for a moment feel like the end of the world, the smell I sometimes suspected of having crept into my skin- the smell that was yours.
The sight of you shrinking every time I held your hands, the sight of you closing your eyes every time you put your head on my shoulders, the sight of you looking right into my eyes that tore me apart- the sight of only you in front of me.
The taste of your skin when I kissed you, the taste of the leftover tea in your cup, the taste of life when you were close, the taste of the tear drops when you left me- the taste of love.
I miss them all.
I just imagine how life would have been if you were here with me today. I just wish you did not break my trust. I just wish you did not change. Still, your memories did not betray, they didn’t fake, they didn’t lie, and they are still there with me.
The touch that triggered a rush on my body, the touch that ignited the blood running through my veins, the touch that made me lose myself, the touch that pushed me towards you- the touch that was yours.
The smell of your skin- enthralling, captivating, mesmerizing, hypnotizing, the smell that made leaving you for a moment feel like the end of the world, the smell I sometimes suspected of having crept into my skin- the smell that was yours.
The sight of you shrinking every time I held your hands, the sight of you closing your eyes every time you put your head on my shoulders, the sight of you looking right into my eyes that tore me apart- the sight of only you in front of me.
The taste of your skin when I kissed you, the taste of the leftover tea in your cup, the taste of life when you were close, the taste of the tear drops when you left me- the taste of love.
I miss them all.
I just imagine how life would have been if you were here with me today. I just wish you did not break my trust. I just wish you did not change. Still, your memories did not betray, they didn’t fake, they didn’t lie, and they are still there with me.
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