Together...

Tell me your dreams
I want to live them too.
Together I know
we can make them true.

Tell me your fears
I'm here to hold you,
Together I know,
we can see them through.

Tell me your joys,
I love to laugh with you.
Together I know,
we can find bliss anew .

Give me your hand,
lets walk awhile,
I need you with me,
You are my reason to smile.

Luv shuv ...bah !!

They say it's all magic..this business of Luv shuv .Apparently something which makes you go cuckoo over another Homo Sapien who basically happens to be just an evolved monkey and supposedly gets your heart all fluttery ,your knees wobbly and turns you into a non thinking smart alec.

Hmm...interesting...but why do I need to fall in love to feel all that !!!

A lazy existence coupled with restaurant cooking can help me get the fluttery heart.
Wobbly knees ?? Try getting into a roller coaster which goes up-down-round-and round-over-and-inverted and temme if you got the wobbly knees or not !!

Ok...so now where does it leave us...the part of being the non thinking smart alec.
I forntunately have an advantage over the others there!!
You see... I was born this way ... had a perennial 'Foot-IN-Mouth' disease ever since I can remember and mummy vouches for the time before that.
I must have been talented ... eating crow before I could eat mashed potatoes !!

So does it not make my situation much better than if I had been in love ?
Do you ask why ?

There's no hurt buddy !! No heartbreaks , no tears , no memories.
Just an ecstasy which can only come from eating till you drop, screaming ur lungs out on a freaky coaster and saying 'Oops ! sorry !' after you have said something politically incorrect.

Can we get any better than this !!!

The closure.

Two small urns .
A muddy river.
A task which had to be done.

I folded my jeans to step into the waters I had only seen from atop the Howrah bridge.
Not too sure whether I wanted to do what I came here for.
A little part of my dear friend was there with me and I did not want to let go of it.
I had to choose between holding on the tangible and making do without it.

In the end,good sense prevailed and i slowly untied the red scrap which was covering an urnful of memories.
As the ash floated on the brown surface and slowly went under, the Hooghly transformed itself into a holy river from the muddy thing I perceived it to be.
It held for me one last glimpse of my buddy for the last seven and a half years and encompassed whatever physical element was left of him.

Goodbye sweety...I'm gonna miss you.
This is my final goodbye and the time for closure.