Lets see where whims lead to.

I intend to write something, but I don't know what.

Lets see where whims lead to.



Sometimes I wonder if you'll ever be back. I don't know that for sure, I don't even believe in that completely; yet I keep longing and waiting.

Not patiently.

Not even impatiently.

Then there are those moments where I feel we were doomed ever since the start. But these spells don't last long. They are just times when I get hopeless and fed up.

I try substituting others for you. That works for a brief, very brief moment. Then I realize it's impossible. You have always been irreplaceable. The moments I spend with your prospective substitutes are nothing when compared to what I spent with you.

And anyway, I lose all those prospective substitutes in some way or the other, tending to they being fed up of a despicable me. I'm intimidating, they say.

This brings me back to square one. And back to missing you.

And then you show up, armed with a very few words, all of a sudden. As if reminding me you still exist. But somehow, I know I already know you still do. (Yeah, that sentence seems confusing, but you'll get it sometime).

So, even though I try stepping forward on this battleground called life, I am thrown back by the vicissitudes to my earlier position. Why? How? I don't know. Or is it just me?

Yeah, probably, it's just me.






P.S. Even my whims lead back to square one. =/ Vexing.