bits and pieces.

two people.a mildly sunny day.out to collect memories.

"bhaisaab,Colaba chalenge?"
"ji,taxi mein bhaitiye"
"Cafe Leopold,pata hain kahaan hain?"
a sad smile.
"kaun bhool sakta hain,madamji?"
two heads turned and stared out of the window on their sides and were lost in morbid thoughts.

"where are the bullet marks?"
two pairs of eyes scanned the Cafe from the table they were sitting on.
"i think you should look behind you."
cracked glass,extinguished lives,cracked lives associated with the extinguished ones.
"and the ceiling and pillars."
neat holes,ugly marks.

"lets do it.i don't want to reach the limit of it.lets do it responsibly."
"yea."
happy grins.
"do you think i have reached that state?"
"no,i don't think so.do you feel a buzz?"
"naaa..eerrr..yeaaa..."
vapours,volatile,swimming in system.

"i don't think you will do it.we only have ugly thoughts,making us feel guilty.but,when we come to the point where we can act on it,we wont,trust me."
"nowadays,am sure i will do it.just to hurt,immensely."
"then i pray to God,you get the chance to do something ugly,so that you realise the standards that you are made of.so that you realise that i am true,and see what i can so clearly see in you. the beauty and perfection that exist so harmoniously in you."

"shopping is sooooo cool!"
"yea..i feel as if i am healing."
giggles,addition to Indian Economy.

"i think i will buy this,what say?"
"that's retirement stuff,no...noo..thats after your first kid goes off to school....noooooo..maternity clothes!!!!"
"aaahhhh..what about this?"
frugal design,minimal fabric.
"how do i put it nicely?...hmmmmm S_E_X_Y?"
"i was thinking more on the lines of.....SL*T*Y"
unladylike laughter.grunts and snorts.

lovely day,amazing shopping,good food and.......
beautiful memories.
homeward bound.
"hey..."giggles...."this day will go down memory lane and top it someday..."
more giggles....
"agreed."

"i think,you should fight for something so true."
"i so wish,i could.somewhere i know,i will."

station.alight.bye.one pair of eyes.
the remaining pair of eyes,looks out through the train window and drowns in past memories.

in this world,populated by a zillion souls,people name each other parents,friends,spouse,siblings,etc.
but there are moments in your life,when you look at the other person and realise that naming that relationship is like trivialising it,it means much more to you than what mere words can capture.
two such souls went about amassing memories that lazy afternoon,two people who still have a bit of idealism left in them,two hearts scared to face what adult life may offer but still excited about a lot of things,two beings who search for passion in everything they do,who are utterly comfortable in each other's presence..can spew even their ugliest thoughts without doubts.
if nothing else in life,i am thankful for experiencing this.
thank you.

(author's note:this may not make too much sense.but it is close to my heart.)