A Page Of My Diary

Its 4:20 a.m., 10/12/10, I am having my Marketing exam few hours later and I am still busy with my PowerPoint slides, of course on my friends laptop. Everyone in my hostel is sleeping and what I am doing is MISSING her, actually missing them. Almost a week past we talked with each other, then something happened that restricted me to talk with them. It’s not like that I can’t talk to them but I don’t want to ask anyone any favour. I desperately want to hear their respective voices. It’s just like salt on my bruises as I already was missing the warmth whenever she hugged me, the tickle whenever she scratched my sole to wake me up, the feel whenever she kissed me, the relief whenever she listened to me, the confidence whenever she wished me best AND the time I used to spend talking with her, chatting with her, listening to her, fighting with her (this is what I was and I am missing) but after loosing both the cell phones and the laptop I am unable to hear even a single decibel of their voices. I know they wish me best everyday but I still miss them. And I miss them because I want them to be with me, today, tomorrow and forever. I again want to feel the warmth of the hug that I felt when someone said me good bye at New Delhi Metro Station and when someone said me good bye at Chennai station. This MBA is gonna be very painful for me as I am about 3000 kms away from my breath and from my beat. But I am still here because someone said “JUICES ARE WORTH THE SQUEEZE” and I think that someone is right.

Missing few face very badly.

~X~