Random madness

  As I stand there, thinking about my next move, my heart is thumping, my fingers are twitching, my eyes are glazed, and my head is buzzing.  I feel like am in a game of chess, but am not playing it, I am just a pawn in the mercy of the hands that are playing me.  Damn! Why is this so hard? Uff......... I try to breathe slowly to calm myself down. It's ok dear heart, you have thought this through. I have thought this through Really have thought this through.  Being the President of the Overthinking Club means that I have thought through every possible way it can be thought about. I have dissected this like a frog in a lab - emotionally and irrationally I have prepared myself for every kind of rejection.  You might be confused - I will handle it with explaining myself clearly,  Surprised - I will be gentle to break it calmly Run away from me - There is a solid possibility that you can run away, that's why am cornering you in the classroom, where you have les...

The waiting lounge in the airport was not that cheery as he expected, he bought a coffee and sat down on a cold chair in the depressing lounge. He checked his watch to note that he still had a long time, just then he heard her voice. "Excuse me, Can I join you?" He looked around himself to make sure she is talking to him and gestured her to sit down. He noted that she had no other place to sit, other than the chair vacant in his table. She placed her trolley neatly by her side and slide in the chair opposite to him, placed  her coffee down and smiled at him while she said "Thank you, I was hoping you were alone" He was bewildered, imagining her flirting with him at the first contact, he squinted his eyes skeptically while he asked "What?" She looked up to him, saw his expression and chuckled while she said "I mean, so that I can sit here. I didn't mean it in any other way" But before she said her explanation he was s...

If I could write a letter to you, maybe a poem or a story I would have poured my heart out, eloquently listing out your charm, your smile and your love.  But alas I am not a writer like you nor could I become a partner like you. You had such a beautiful way to express yourself and you never missed an opportunity to show your love.  How is that after all this time, after all the fights, all the heartbreaks, questions, accusations and tears I can only remember your smile, your charm, your daily stories, your laugh. ... How is that after all this time, I still miss your presence, your essence in my life.  I remember those silent coffee mornings, busy breakfasts and chaotic evenings. Those crazy dances around the coffee table, the unending giggles at midnight. I miss you... I miss being with you, I miss loving you, I miss those snarky comebacks, I miss those judgemental fashion inputs, I miss ...... Didn't I tell you am not a writer.  I wonder do you remember...