Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Thinking of youuu.

Hey there, A.

There's a rather thick layer of cloud covering the night sky over here where I am, so I can't see the stars. I don't even know if the moon is out tonight or not.
Ever heard of that romantic malarkey which goes something like, "I know you're not far because the same moon that shines on me tonight also shines on you"?
I don't care what shines, man. Far is far, whether something shines on both of us or not. The moon is a very very big object and it shows itself promiscuously and indiscriminately to people I care not one whit about, hence malarkey malarkeyed.

Today on my way to work, I stopped over at the cobbler's to retrieve my flats that I had had re-soled. RM-i wore them a couple of times, and I swear I don't know how that girl walks, but there's a gaping hole in the left sole, and the right one looks as if its being held together by a single strand of cheap glue. Anyway, I thought of you. Not in a "Because he is that strand which holds us together" way, but because thinking of you is what I do.

Then at work, I had to get involved into a bit of drama between a couple of students going through a messy break-up. I did not involve myself, okay? They involved me. And the girl student said the guy emotionally blackmailed her, and the guy said he could not un-love her. And I thought of you.  Not in a "because he refused to un-love me despite my drama" way, but because thinking of you is what I do.

And then after work I visited a friend who'd opened a store and I got this lovely handbag at a rather nice discount. (Subliminal message: your wife loves discounts; if you truly love her, always be supportive when she goes on a discount-athon) And we gossiped a bit about your past and then I thought of you again. Not in a "Because I know all his secrets and DANG if I don't accept them all" way, but because thinking of you is what I do.

Okay, fine. I blew Rs.1500 today on the handbag.
But if you considered the fact that I would be using that bag an average of AT LEAST 150 days/ year, then you'd realise Im actually getting a profit of about 14% p.a on the bag. I dont know how the math works but believe me, its accurate.

And I swear I thought of you the whole time I was buying it. And I will continue to do so everytime I use that handbag.


2 comments:

Calliopia said...

Beautiful piece of writing. Kinda feel like an eavesdropper even.

ku2 said...

Thank you @Calliopia. The lengths we women go to, to justify a new purchase, eh: :D