‘Let’s Get Married’
That was all that was there in my head.
I was pissed. I was angry.
And that was all that was there in my head.
That one sentence.
It had been more than a year.
It was New Years Eve.
He was in Shillong.
But all I could distinctly remember was this desperate intense urge to get married.
Let’s get married and then I could sleep in peace. Go back to my pink blankiee.
I hadn’t even turned 20.
He turned 19 a few days back.
Marriage was just a word. The responsible meaning hadn’t sunk in yet.
All I knew was to get married and a have a chubby kid and a dog and a bird and a hamster and a duck.
The thought of having a duck follow me around the house was pleasing. It was almost satisfactory.
I don’t want to get married before 30.
I’m quite sure.
Contradictory stuff, eh?
I do that to myself. Sometimes.
I bought a brand new headphone today. It ain’t working.
My happy mood went straight down the drain.
I have been sulking since.
I was pissed. I was angry.
Told you. The very root cause was this unhappy lil thing.
I went full retard after that.
I want biriyani. And raita. And kebabs maybe.
2013. It has been a great year. I have a lot to be thankful for. Especially my parents for being so supportive and nice and loving and being MINE.
My brother and bhabi. For being awesome as always. Yo! Dada for being the male version of me. And bhabi for being a replica of me. La Lala Lala. It’s a wonderful world.
Mr. Happy. For being the most understanding guy on the planet. And for being MY lovable lil thing. And for all those other things only you know about. Psst. O:)
Abhimanyu. For tolerating me. For having the world’s patience stored up and explaining basic computer stuff to me all year round.
Tathagata(da) for being you and giving me the push I needed. Thanks for believing in me. And for introducing me to that lovable bunch of people. Sobai pagol. ^_^
Sayantan da. For all the advices on acting. You are one of the greatest actors I have seen up close.
Kaushiki. For not forgetting to be my chotto cow. Some insanity is always appreciated.
My school friends. For restoring faith in good old friendship.
Rachaita, Tiasha, Medha. For the food walks. And my mood swings. For keeping the craziness alive.
Alokananda. For sharing The Bell Jar. It is a weird love for Plath.
Shivi, Adi, Appy. For being there. Just. At all odd times.
To my half-JU-half-XAV group. For being random. Fun times. :’)
Sohini di and Shamvabee di. For your fb notes. Your poems. Totally inspiring. Two seniors I love a lot. Respect.
The weird batch of juniors. For being weird. Period. Attooottttaaa bhalobasha. :3
To LIFE , in general. For my loved ones. For the cool internships that came by. For the few times my work got appreciated. For helping me crawl outta my writer’s block. For the kicks(It hurt!). For showing me thou is a prick but that I’ll get by. For..for everything.. I love thee.
2014, Darling, please don’t go full retard. Be Good.