Wait. What?

It is 5 minutes to 3am. I type this on my phone. God bless this heavenly machine. Sleepovers rule. \m/ A big bowl of awesome curd rice + ice cream at 1.30am put me to sleep instantly. And woke me up an hour later. Here I am now. What goes?! A high I haven’t felt before. A sudden rush of feelings to the head. Head, not the heart. Head. A change. A smile. The scared thought. Yet the smile. Why?! Or, how. The doubts. The questions. God. Randomness equals awesomeness. Agree?! The strangeness. The happiness. Give in?! Give up?! But. A simple, what. The memories. The looks. The simplicity. Ah. The beauty. A teeny-tiny bit of weirdness. The feel. The butterflies flutter around too much. Bad?! Ah, no. Good. Why the behavior. Why at 3am. Pink Floyd spoke to me. Serious. Chris Martin did too. Very serious. The songs make sense?! A little bit. Yes. Or, do I hope they make sense?! Ah, that’s bad, dear. Why did I grow up. And when did life ...

Its late in the night, brain is refusing to think of a title for this post. To my awesome best-friend, *grins* I miss those long-long hours of phone calls to each other. I miss listening to you while you were on the potty. And you would say, ‘my ass is dry, hold on’. I’m sorry, I had to mention it. :P Of all the things I remember about you in school, I do not remember us exchanging our landline number at all. Do you?! :O Remember the days when we would call each other 6 times a day?! What on earth would we talk so much, I still wonder. I still know your landline number by-heart. I know you don’t remember mine. :/ Come back to B’lore, we’ll go to Goa and you can make fun of me again for all the stupid things I did on the Goa trip. I want to sit next to you in a classroom and make fun of the teacher. Remember those big sheets in which we had some long-long convos. Stupid internet dint allow me to put up the pictures of them only. Me: When we meet after 20 years ...

The sleepless nights have started. Or I'd rather say, the unwillingness to sleep has started. At times it's just me, the darkness, the faint orange light through the window, the quite notes on my guitar, the tap tap texting sound on  my phone. And, there are the conversational nights too. More than the other nights, I can say. Since the time Internet took birth in my house, the endless awesome-blogs-read-athon during the night all the way till 2am is truly awesome. At times I do sleep off like a new born baby soon after dinner. But, those are the rare times. It's a full moon night. The moon showering its light all over the sky, making it a beauty which always failed to impress me before; impresses me now. The calmness of the night sky which bored me before enlightens me now. Makes my heart light. And I glow. With the glow of the moon, I glow. I can almost see the stars smiling at me. They are too proud to have instigated such feelings in me; I smile back. Oh what...