Days without you: II

I feel like sleeping a lot today… maybe because bhai is here, or maybe because tomorrow I have an off so I could just lay in a corner, read books, eat goodies and sleep again. I wouldn't have to run through rigorous assignments, brain racking HR stuffs and a recent work thing ‘Budgets’. I realized that I hate numbers so anything involving them makes me tired. I love my job, my assignments but when ad-hoc tasks involving numbers land at my desk I go frenzy like kitten on hot tin roof.

I came to terms with a fun fact about me. I realized that I am good at analysis. I always thought I can be used elsewhere but analysis. Seems a new side of me has started liking it. All is well everywhere, except that I feel so incomplete. It is like a certain kind of hollowness which you feel at times. I feel my head like an empty can. Maybe it is because V is not with me… it brings an unsettling gush of restlessness which gets hard to tame. Sometimes life plays foul games with you, where you are an unwilling surfer who waits patiently for the game to get over because they have no choice, but to play.

I am too sleepy so thought will give my sloppy mood sometime so that my usual rebounds. Adios are so irksome. See you soon with a better me.

Days without you: I

Moments pass, days fade and weeks goes by… before we realize it is another day, new week and fresh month. I have been thinking last month, same time that V would go to London and I have so much to do for his stuff and packing and et al. Today he is miles away and I am here.

After coming back from work I watched my usual:  Dharma & Greg, Packed to the Rafters and watching One Tree Hill now. In between I also chatted with family; while I was standing and looking at little eddies of wind which whirled dust and torn rags. For a change, the climate is better than the super-hot yesterday.

Coming back to the television series, Packed to the Rafters is amazing. I love the characters in it. They act and sound so much like my own people. Today when Julie danced with her dad and accepted that he is going senile, I was chocked with emotions. Seeing the duo in the series opened my flood-gates and I felt relieved after I cried my heart out. There was this noise inside my head since V left. This noise didn’t let me sleep and bristle the hair of my back. But now I feel much better.

I laughed my heart out watching Dharma & Greg and Everybody Loves Raymond. I sometimes wonder, what I would do if I were to live without TV or internet or books. BTW I have started reading another one by Erma Bombeck. She writes funny and I love her writing. It is over the top comedy… She is like Martini, shaken but not stirred.

Yesterday ma-in-law made me chocolate yogurt – a choco-berry actually. It was yum. After lunch I felt nice lapping on my dessert. She also gave me some Swiss chocolates to nibble. I was lovelorn and it was chocolate. Need I say more?

My thoughts are running frenzy and I am writing them as they are playing blizzard in my brain. So I am perceptibly ‘phenomenally distracted’. The moon has a faint unsettled band and there is clumsy noise of the vehicles on street. Today I am tactless as well as evasive… Guess my hobby of dabbling in myself has outgrown me!