diary of a little kid,in the grown up girl

Saturday, January 7, 2012

                                                                                                                  Day# 9637 of my life
My hair were drenched, probably with the sweat,when the phone rang
’ I am going for  a movie and will be late’. He hung up after I responded ‘its ok’
As I wasn’t  left with much to say. I stood still vaguely looking at the knife which I was holding in my hand while preparing food.
Sometimes we show our love  by just keeping quiet.
I waited ,the entire day to hear his voice,to say and to hear “I LOVE YOU”
It was his favourite dish which I was preparing, couldn’t even tell.
Around mid night I called him back as I had missed his call by few minutes. answering after a few rings  he popped up saying ‘I called up to ask ,have you had your dinner?’
All of a sudden I didn’t sense the ground beneath me (flying always does that).immediately came ’I’ll get back after my dinner in an hour’. As always he was out with his friends .
I waited ,much more longer than an hour and then texted
” m off to sleep,reach home carefully,luv ya,gudnyt”
There wasn’t any reply.my eyes were glued,at the screen of my phone.
How could he go off to sleep without answering the SMS when someone somewhere was waiting for a response.
I don’t know what the darkness had to do with this  but it felt miserable and heart wrenching.
It was  dawn when I finally slept.


p.s: sorry I could not write to you(blog) ,I was terribly busy.
 love is just meant to happen once and forever.
he says it quiet often that I don’t love him any more.If it is so why did I kept waiting for one reply the entire night.


  1. virendra said...:

    aah...how does it feel wen we call or msg someone n we dont get the expected response...u pour it all in this post..
    very well written(as always)...

    "he says it quiet often that I don’t love him any more.If it is so why did I kept waiting for one reply the entire night."
    loved this line...:)

    n finally u r here so...
    welcome back...:) n u should be sorry to ur readers also..for making them wait so long.....;)...

  1. He might be an escapist who wants you to say what he dare not say but is true for him and not you, that he does not love you anymore. Somehow, he does not want to initiate this?

    Nice read, and if writing is dear to you, write more :)

    Blasphemous Aesthete

  1. anushree said...:

    # virendra
    thank u
    i 'll try to be much more regular now.
    keep reading
    take care

    #Blasphemous Aesthete

    "absence from those we love is self from self-a deadly banishment" w.shakespeare

    some people want to achieve immortality through their work..but for me its love
    thanks for reading:)

  1. “Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”

    ~ Neil Gaiman

    As for immortality, like many others, I'd prefer 'not dying' :P