Little things- 2

Ok. So I was at my bestfriend's place, and I got this call from a friend of mine, asking about the sleepover and the whole day and everything. So I told him everything. Starting with basket ball to the puchka competition and how I met this new guy and everything else. When suddenly he is like, "acha bye!" So I was like, "arre what just happened?". His reply,
"I can't stand to see you with some other guy."
I asked, why. All he said was,
"I don't know, but I just can't."

Sometimes feeling something so sweet, true and honest even when you don't know the reason behind it, get's a smile on the other's face. :)

Little things- 1

Ok. So I have this friend of mine. I keep telling him how my brother hits me sometimes out of no reason and it's just not fair. So today, that friend of mine came home. He was like, "Is your brother there at your place?", I replied "He is. Why?". He replied, " tell him to go away or else I will hit him!". I was whaaaat? WHY?
Guess what he replied?

" Because he hits you!" :')

It's things like these which matter the most and always manage to get a smile on the other's face. :)

The girl in me who talks a lot.

Well, I am hearing things a lot lately. Things like, why do you always post about love and sad things? And honestly, I am sick of them too. :P
It's the IPL season and every friend of mine has been made sure to go to Eden Gardens and tease me about it. The truth is, I have never been to Eden Gardens. Yes. Living in Kolkata for 15 years now, but not once experienced that nirvana feeling when Gambhir hits a 6, and the crowd goes KKR! : |
I just got my new obsession jellies. Yumm! Green, red, yellow, orange and even blue. I have had all kinds of jellies till now, I guess. And they are amaaaazing!
I love singing and dancing while having a bath. I remember singing "Aami je tomar, sudhu je tumaar", and trying to dance like Vidya Balan seven years ago, and ended up falling down and getting eight stiches on my chin. Darn, that did hurt! :p
I love seeing PDA on road and then making fun of it while talking to my bestfriend. That girl, makes my life miserable in a funny manner. :)
I always have puchka with meetha pani and I love how bengalis call  puChka, "puShka".
I love giving names to people. I just don't why, but I do. Stoner, Blondie, Hotstuff, Janeman, Godzilla, and what NOT! My friends literally hide their face when I call them such names in public. I am perverted. And yes, I have a boy's mind.
There are tons of things about me, which I would love to share but I don't want to make this post long so that you people get tired of it, and wonder how irritating I am. :p

Anyway. Bye- bye. May you all enjoy your summers while I bury my head in my Maths book. -___-

Addiction.

She goes to tell her balcony. It's raining.
She is holding a picture in her hand. Of them. Happy, smiling and way too much in love.
But now, things are different. There aren't hugs now, or I love you's or those out of nowhere kisses. It's just her. Alone. It's hard to believe it's over, but the truth remains the same. No glasses of whisky or boxes of cigarettes, could change the truth. He was gone. And now it was time to accept it.
A lot of tears had been shed, a lot of phone calls had been made, a lot of I miss you texts had been sent, but now it was time to accept the truth. It was love, in the beginning, which changed to want and now it was just an addiction, which she had to get rid of.
Few raindrops fall on her cheeks, and so does her tear drops. She realised it was just her wanting, maybe. She was used to him. His phone calls, his texts, and everything related to him was a weakness for her. But she wasn't going to be weak anymore. This addiction had to stop.
She looked at the photograph and tore it, although the memory will remain somewhere in her heart, but it was a start.
A start to letting go of things. A start to stop her addiction.