"You know Moonlight; this is what I love the most about you, it's impossible to get bored around you. There's always something interesting to talk about , and I thought there was no girl I wouldn't eventually get bored of talking to", Freshdew Morning said.
"Well technically, we don't know what will happen eventually, till eventually comes right? So you never know, maybe eventually you will get bored of my talks. Maybe someday, they might sound like the annoying cacophony of a show off frog, croaking outside your window endlessly, while you're trying to sleep" I had nonchalantly replied, smoking a joint.
“Yeah, maybe you're right" he replied.
My attention was suddenly distracted from the joint; I turned my head to face him, first time in the last 30 minutes. My forehead frowns, my eyebrows raise a question.
He holds the serious gaze for exactly 10 seconds, before he breaks into his trademark grin, with which he always disarms me. I smile slightly embarrassed at my reaction 10 seconds ago.
"You are one constantly engaging girl, you are like a layered mystery novel, and every time I see you I discover something inside you, which I never saw before. How can a boy have enough of such a beautiful mystery ", He sighs exaggeratedly.
"Ditto" I winked, "I learnt you are a mighty smooth talker, what did you unravel about me", I mockingly challenged him.
"I know that although you like to be thought of this really tough, invulnerable girl, who doesn't give a fuck, but that’s just an armor you wear. A cleverly designed image to conceal the softer, more delicate, more vulnerable you, out of the general view", he said as he scanned my eyes for an answer. "Only, I want to know why".
I turn away my eyes, start smoking the joint again and smile wryly. " You know how everyone wear helmets to save their heads, sunscreen to save their skins and bulletproof vests to save their lives”, I ask.
He nods, his eyes pose a question.
“Well, I don't wear any of those, but I do wear my mask to save my soul", I replied.
"I bow down to you, my queen of tangential analogies, but kindly elaborate- in simpler terms. Save your soul from what exactly"?
“To understand this, you must understand the true nature of the soul. The soul demands empathy, much like we demand oxygen or food. When it receives genuine understanding or a moment of perfect communication it grows. But it has a hunter too. Alienation, negativity and antipathy consume it, like termites. They eat it away until nothing is left of it. Now my soul has too many holes already so I like to be sure before I let someone take a glimpse. I hide her away from unsympathetic eyes". I told him, while he gently touched my face.
"I am honored to be considered worthy of that glimpse my lady, this is surely a moment", he said. His face became soft, and he leaned in to plant a gentle kiss on my cheek.
"I am glad. So is it too much to expect you to prepare and fire a chillum to celebrate this moment, good sir" I tickle him playfully.
He laughs, shakes his head and reaches for the hash. "Bloody charsi". He grins.
I know I would sound very "teenage like", but it´s an adorable and cute conversation =)..
ReplyDeleteand few of the things you said, is what everybody does,a mask,a shield to protect themselves,till someone comes and opens it..
and one more thing,i like the way you have connceted live with weeds,not that I am a big fan of charsi hahahah..or drugs..but i love your expression..btw I love pictures of india and I miss my country...