Wait. What?

Friends are done for the night. ‘Dude, I’m drunk.’ they said. And dozed off like the dead. What if the rains stop now. And the silence resumes again. She doesn’t want to be alone. No, not tonight. Not without the rain. The grey puff rises ahead of her. She stares in awe at the smoke in her hand. Across the window, she leans. To face the cold wind. To feel the cold touch. To the dark world. It pours down heavy. Little droplets fall at her feet. She clicked a photo of the night. Stared at it deeply for a while. A second cigarette she lights. She takes in. She takes it all. Swifts away with the wind, the heavenly smoke from her hand. She wishes she could too. Rings against the curtain, she blows. In the aroma she drowns. A feeling so strong, so unstable, so real. She grows weak. She grows numb. In all her glory with a smile on her face, ‘Put this cigarette out for me, will you?!’ she murmurs. To herself. To the night. To the rain. .. And I wait for...

Every internals gets a post. Yes. And so do you, you Compensatory fool. I dis-heart you so. I do not need you, Mass Transfer to fuck up my life. Just once go easy on me. I’ll behave. Bring in the guitar, bring in the drums. Let me live a life of awesomeness of all sorts. Things can be a lot worse at this point in the semester. But, somehow I’m doing good. Somehow, the entire nuisance doesn’t matter. And, the world is a better place. Or, maybe it all hasn't started yet. Something that I read on a random blog recently. “If I can listen to the start and the end of your laughter, I’d build a house and dig a grave for myself.” It made me smile. The words convey such pure emotions. I love them for it. No magnitude measured. No direction headed. A presence. Known. Felt. And sufficed. Of distant thoughts. Of distant hopes. Maybe what they say is true – It’s all there; If we want it, if we need it. Let’s stop talking about Physics. An...