Dear Readers,
I am starting to share the sort of love affairs I had. The sense of loneliness might have lost, had I not written it in the diaries. Luckily, as I was cleaning up the trash, I encountered the frayed diaries, more than twenty in numbers. I read through them. It felt as if I was reliving an once-upon-a-time lovelorn Sandesh while my love was sleeping beside me. The situation has not changed much. The politics was all over life then, and it still is. There are people chanting slogans, which have more or less changed. Earlier, people wanted federalism, now they want ethnicity.
Ironically, the so-called leaders evoked them, telling them that you deserved a space. It is not bad though. What is bad, I think, is if they do what they are doing. Or if they are being pawns in the hands of the leaders, who might side the one which will provide them with a portfolio. Wow!
While I am writing, I am also managing to peep out of the window. There are a few people who call themselves adibasi, janajatis who are scaring the wits out of the poor people.
I was talking about love which was there, which is here. I was talking about the desolation, the stuffiness which still is. But there is the disparity of the sense and living through. But the states are important as both of them throttle me.
Now, I am going to write the first diary that I wrote dedicated to my fairy, the Fuchi who pulled down all the barriers to come to me, who funnily eloped. Do you believe it!
I didn't know we were running away. I had come home, fazed and rigid when I found her waiting for at at the door of that dingy room. What a pleasant surprise!
"Let's run away," she said as she hugged me.
That was what I had wanted since I met her. But was I capable of running off? With five thousands of rupees? Leaving the job I had recently landed!
"Yes," I said, staring at her as if I was trying to plead with her.
"It is unbearable there. You are all I have. I want to go away from those fuckers."
"Is it mother or father?"
"Both."
It was going to be a hard decision. I made it. I'm glad to have made that decision as I see my wife shifting by my side. Did I tell you that we are expecting a baby?
Wow! I still say I am glad that I decided on five thousands because I always believed and still do
Love is not about dying together
Love is about living together
No matter what!
I am starting to share the sort of love affairs I had. The sense of loneliness might have lost, had I not written it in the diaries. Luckily, as I was cleaning up the trash, I encountered the frayed diaries, more than twenty in numbers. I read through them. It felt as if I was reliving an once-upon-a-time lovelorn Sandesh while my love was sleeping beside me. The situation has not changed much. The politics was all over life then, and it still is. There are people chanting slogans, which have more or less changed. Earlier, people wanted federalism, now they want ethnicity.
Ironically, the so-called leaders evoked them, telling them that you deserved a space. It is not bad though. What is bad, I think, is if they do what they are doing. Or if they are being pawns in the hands of the leaders, who might side the one which will provide them with a portfolio. Wow!
While I am writing, I am also managing to peep out of the window. There are a few people who call themselves adibasi, janajatis who are scaring the wits out of the poor people.
I was talking about love which was there, which is here. I was talking about the desolation, the stuffiness which still is. But there is the disparity of the sense and living through. But the states are important as both of them throttle me.
Now, I am going to write the first diary that I wrote dedicated to my fairy, the Fuchi who pulled down all the barriers to come to me, who funnily eloped. Do you believe it!
I didn't know we were running away. I had come home, fazed and rigid when I found her waiting for at at the door of that dingy room. What a pleasant surprise!
"Let's run away," she said as she hugged me.
That was what I had wanted since I met her. But was I capable of running off? With five thousands of rupees? Leaving the job I had recently landed!
"Yes," I said, staring at her as if I was trying to plead with her.
"It is unbearable there. You are all I have. I want to go away from those fuckers."
"Is it mother or father?"
"Both."
It was going to be a hard decision. I made it. I'm glad to have made that decision as I see my wife shifting by my side. Did I tell you that we are expecting a baby?
Wow! I still say I am glad that I decided on five thousands because I always believed and still do
Love is not about dying together
Love is about living together
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