Dear Manish,
Remember that one day when we were sitting at the last bench during English class, in the beginning of 11th, talking about our past and Ms. Geeta scolded us for not paying any attention to Macbeth and his misery?
And then the next day, during EVS period when we were talking about our future and Ms. Jones scolded us for not paying any attention to Acid Rain and it's after effects?
And then the day after, during physics class when we were talking about our biggest mistakes and Khatri Sir scolded us for not paying attention to- well whatever it was that he was teaching?
And then somewhere in the next few days during English class again when we were talking about that one line in Chetan Bhagat's Five Point Someone that inspired us to take life a little more seriously and Ms Geeta scolded us for not listening to Macbeth's bravery (Quite the Valour's minion, full of the milk of human kindness :D)?
Well, I miss having someone like you in my present Bangalore life.
Someone I can talk to about the past, the present and whatever it is beyond today.
Someone who can go beyond the similar conversations about work, crushes or relationship troubles.
I'm tired of questions like "How much work do you have left?" and "Why do you look sad today" and "Don't you think they should go out?"
I am sick of conversations about nothing.
I want to talk to someone about everything without being judged about it the next day. I want someone beyond the friend zone who will be indifferent to what I say.
We may not talk anymore the same way and I haven't heard your voice in 3 months but I still remember all the things I told you, sitting in the last bench during school.
At a time when I was confused about my own opinions you came along and cleared things out for me.
At a time when all I did, was for others, a self-righteous badass like you came along and made me realize I needed to build my individuality.
Today you'd be proud of me, I know that. I had a bad day and the moment I realised how bad it was going to get,I went off to just roam the city on my own. Today I realised the power of drinking cold coffee, reading a book sitting on the steps of a bookstore by yourself and then running to catch a bus.
I ran.
And I'm pretty sure I ran faster than I ever have.
That made me miss my soul-searching moments.
My conversations about myself.
My conversations with you.
You.
You'd be proud of me today. You'd give me a Bro Code fist bump and say "Abbey teri Bangalore ki maa ki."
Love,
Chiku.
P.S: HAHAHHAHAHA. Noone calls me that anymore. I'm even starting to wish they do.
Remember that one day when we were sitting at the last bench during English class, in the beginning of 11th, talking about our past and Ms. Geeta scolded us for not paying any attention to Macbeth and his misery?
And then the next day, during EVS period when we were talking about our future and Ms. Jones scolded us for not paying any attention to Acid Rain and it's after effects?
And then the day after, during physics class when we were talking about our biggest mistakes and Khatri Sir scolded us for not paying attention to- well whatever it was that he was teaching?
And then somewhere in the next few days during English class again when we were talking about that one line in Chetan Bhagat's Five Point Someone that inspired us to take life a little more seriously and Ms Geeta scolded us for not listening to Macbeth's bravery (Quite the Valour's minion, full of the milk of human kindness :D)?
Well, I miss having someone like you in my present Bangalore life.
Someone I can talk to about the past, the present and whatever it is beyond today.
Someone who can go beyond the similar conversations about work, crushes or relationship troubles.
I'm tired of questions like "How much work do you have left?" and "Why do you look sad today" and "Don't you think they should go out?"
I am sick of conversations about nothing.
I want to talk to someone about everything without being judged about it the next day. I want someone beyond the friend zone who will be indifferent to what I say.
We may not talk anymore the same way and I haven't heard your voice in 3 months but I still remember all the things I told you, sitting in the last bench during school.
At a time when I was confused about my own opinions you came along and cleared things out for me.
At a time when all I did, was for others, a self-righteous badass like you came along and made me realize I needed to build my individuality.
Today you'd be proud of me, I know that. I had a bad day and the moment I realised how bad it was going to get,I went off to just roam the city on my own. Today I realised the power of drinking cold coffee, reading a book sitting on the steps of a bookstore by yourself and then running to catch a bus.
I ran.
And I'm pretty sure I ran faster than I ever have.
That made me miss my soul-searching moments.
My conversations about myself.
My conversations with you.
You.
You'd be proud of me today. You'd give me a Bro Code fist bump and say "Abbey teri Bangalore ki maa ki."
Love,
Chiku.
P.S: HAHAHHAHAHA. Noone calls me that anymore. I'm even starting to wish they do.
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