Rejected.

How does it feel to get rejected?
Awkward, strange, little embarrassing to be precise..well I had this feeling quite a few times in my life...looks like they are here to stay..sometime more..
It feels somewhat strange to find that all these notions of love, I had for most of my life, is unabashedly fictional. It all depends upon the money you earn, spend and splurge!
Which in all its true sense, is very limited to me:P...
Never really realized that I need to have earn in dollars to get love:D..

Lessons Learnt?
Back to work. Change my routes...Get a new hair cut and get drunk..
Phew.

A letter to my love

To one who has been long in city pent,

It’s been long since I saw you, heard your voice and touched you. It's been dreadfully long.
Suddenly some of my old feelings came rushing through the chasm of my forgetfulness…remember the day we walked together in rain...or the first trek?
You know, strangely, I am not particularly disheartened even after all these miseries, loss and pain.
But in my heart I have this terrible longing to hold you in my arms. Just for once.
Smiles,

Indro

Love and rain

Strange but true..I have found a lot of similarities between rain and love...it reminds of the day, when I went meet someone...and she never turned up...waited..and waited..until rain came pouring down...I still remember that feeling...while walking back home...
A feeling being unloved...feeling of cold and dampness..feeling of strange sadness...something very close to me was lost that day...
Today was no different..another day..another year...looks like...I have lost again.
Shitt.

Taking a walk back

Coming back from office in a empty is not really an enchanting experience. Mostly aged guys and grumpy aunts, endlessly engaged in amusing conversations. Pretty boring stuff, until the day she walked in.
Tired, loosely tied hair falling over her face, caressing her face. Little remnant of kohl over her sharp eyes.
She sat beside me, smiled and unknowingly touched a certain section of my heart.
Little impromptu talk, little gibberish, childish sometimes, sometimes astonishingly stupid...but honestly it was good.
I felt good.

Journal of an Idiot - part 2

Saw a window...opened it...outside lies an amazing palette of colors...birch, chinar, cedar trees...colored in yellow, orange, greenish leaves...with strange warm wind caressing my face....smell of a flowers....looks like autumn.
Am I dreaming?

--dated 12/04/2010

On Christmas Eve

Twinkling yellow lights on my window...cold winds sweeping across the empty streets...nearby church ringing its bell…the faint sound is echoing through hollow spectra..
Its time…Its Christmas...
My Childhood hero…St. Nick is on his way...

Journal of an Idiot

Returning..just stepped into a dimly lit panorama...crimson red skies giving way to the sparkling bright night...mist has taken over the uphill walk...
I pause...wondering what did left behind...safely tucked into the loneliest corner of my heart...
Memories.