diary of a little kid,in the grown up girl

Sunday, January 8, 2012
    Day  #9639 of my life
I decided to sit by the window to write today, the stars fascinated me but I wanted the night to be bright ,so bright that it erases most of the stars..but it was darker ,way darker than the previous one, yet fulfilling my wish of erasing the stars….it was the last hour of the day…I was stunned ,unable to believe what I had just heard… its another  weekend and he will turn up late…late or may be not turn only.
I am sitting here all alone, trembling and trying hard to stop that drop at the corner of my eye from rolling down my cheeks, with my phone in my hand wishing with each vibration that its him.
I wanted to talk as always…listen, say, discuss……
The blood in my veins freezed… as I thought that soon he would call and his distinctive voice would just banish my blues away… whenever the wind blew I could hear him whispering in my ear….dreamer yes I am..
I was hardly able to keep my eyes open but  I waited…waited and continued….
At six in the morning I woke up shivering… the reason was temperature..
Winters are chilly in north,I had slept where I was writing (near the window)
My  phone  had beeped around 2:13am
he‘Do u luv me
he-‘Dats it’
me-‘Wat else I could have said’
U shudve  said..i luv u baby…baby is d word…
No replyL
How long will I hav to wait..plz be true..i don’t wanna hear..only gudnyt..or u gng off to sleep in between
These were few messages which we shared after which he called me …all I remember is that he called me and said that we can talk as he is little free right now…that did not please me..i did not waited for this..until morning..anyways we din’t talk much.. and I said I don’t want it to turn worse and he kept down..after which he called up again spoke to me for a while…and said would call me later…
I slept..dont know what was the time by  then…..
Waiting is painful.forgetting is painful, but not knowing which to do is the worse kind of suffering-pauloCoelho

p.s: How often we take the people around us for granted especially those closest to us.
 Still My love for him is endless. I feel it that ways.i don’t know how confident he is of my love .but I know my love is great and great love requires great sacrifice.


  1. No wonder, Eden fell.
    And will continue to fall every time.
    For most of us.

    Don't be that Eve, such an eve would never come :)

    Blasphemous Aesthete

  1. karan said...:

    where are the entries for 9th,10th and 11th??

  1. virendra said...:

    ur words doesn't make it feel like u r writng sumthng 5-6months later...
    it was nice...touchy.....especially first 2 paragraphs....where ur lines make the picture in the mind of a girl sitting near the window...sad..waiting fr someones's call..
    so.... in terms of writing....it was a brilliant job....:)
    n i think i got late this time....

  1. anushree said...:

    # Blasphemous Aesthete
    thanks for reading and i'll try to keep it all in mind..


    writing is an excellent outlet but sharing is too painful especially when the wound is fresh
    thanks for reading


    thanks for reading ..dear i cannot thank you enough for being so motivating and loyal to my blog
    keep visiting