Rapt Surprise :~)
You get a text! It reads: Good Morning, in an abbreviation, followed by a crooked smile! :~)
And you reply back, just not knowing what you are typing. After Around one and a half hour long standing, and chit-chatting. It was a nice talk though. The point here is not about the talk. It is about the text and the things that follow.
I am hastened by my thought. I have to get back, I have to get my hands on the book i am half way through. Then again, the phone beeps.The unending chain of texts. That is not a surprise, not at all, at least to me. And it is just so oh good and worthy knowledge i have of something. The knowledge that is out of my own sweet will. :~)
I exclaim back. I am frustrated that it has been a week. A week, he's gone. A week without him. A week, when I couldn't barge in on him, everytime I wished to. Well out of my sheer frustration, i hit the reply. Exclaiming, just stay out there, you don't need to come back. Just few minutes and there is a reply. I defied the bandha, few more minutes and I am just there. My jaw opens wide, astonished by the revelation. Of which i had no clue at all, let alone be any information. And, just the other second, I am so much exhilarated by the surprise. Surprise, he is good at. Surprise he cannot stop throwing at me. Surprise, every time. A new surprise, quite distinct and different from the previous one. And this surprise, it makes me feel secure, happy, elated, conjured, lively. It makes me, me. The being I have become. The being of which i affirm every bit. Happiness I cannot hide, smile I cannot conceal, and it is this surprise he cannot stop on! :)
And you reply back, just not knowing what you are typing. After Around one and a half hour long standing, and chit-chatting. It was a nice talk though. The point here is not about the talk. It is about the text and the things that follow.
I am hastened by my thought. I have to get back, I have to get my hands on the book i am half way through. Then again, the phone beeps.The unending chain of texts. That is not a surprise, not at all, at least to me. And it is just so oh good and worthy knowledge i have of something. The knowledge that is out of my own sweet will. :~)
I exclaim back. I am frustrated that it has been a week. A week, he's gone. A week without him. A week, when I couldn't barge in on him, everytime I wished to. Well out of my sheer frustration, i hit the reply. Exclaiming, just stay out there, you don't need to come back. Just few minutes and there is a reply. I defied the bandha, few more minutes and I am just there. My jaw opens wide, astonished by the revelation. Of which i had no clue at all, let alone be any information. And, just the other second, I am so much exhilarated by the surprise. Surprise, he is good at. Surprise he cannot stop throwing at me. Surprise, every time. A new surprise, quite distinct and different from the previous one. And this surprise, it makes me feel secure, happy, elated, conjured, lively. It makes me, me. The being I have become. The being of which i affirm every bit. Happiness I cannot hide, smile I cannot conceal, and it is this surprise he cannot stop on! :)
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