Crazy. Stupid. Love

It has always been difficult to put her into words. She's been the one person I have adored for various reasons. Above everything else, I love her for the madness she so radiantly projects. I have no recollection of how it all started, but sometime back years ago, I met this exceptionally awesome girl who had a charismatic aura about her. You cannot 'not' fall for such thing, in the most friendliest possible way.

It is her smile I remember from that Friday years ago. Smile. Nothing else. She was almost hiding beneath the killing smile she wore. But then, it was hard to tell; she was one-third of the trio, the mysterious trio to be precise. Nobody knew what went in their minds, and they were pretty good at keeping that a secret. And today, years after that Friday I know what was hiding behind that mischievous smile of her.

I have vague memories of being distant from this weirdly amazing girl; for reasons best known to either of us. And then, there was a switch. I am reminded of that crazy long drive on a rainy day, that changed it all. It brought me closer to what the mystery was. I can clearly recollect our stupid conversations over the phone, sms-es, online chats, etc. where we had the bizarre of the bizarre-st possible discussions, over well... nothing! She is one crazy girl who never cease to amuse me.

The rebellious brat that she was, has always inspired me to do things my way. I am clearly in awe of her, if 'love' is too cheesy a word to describe what we have. Be it the feminist regimes she heads, or her wanting to go to certain 'barred' areas, or one of the several of her defying moods, she has been something of a charm. But it is not only her non-conventional or rebellious attitude that I have fallen for, it is her ability of being the bestest of friends, without needing to be. She can say such silly things, and still please you and sweeten up your bitter moods. 

To one of the craziest, loveliest, awesomest rebel I have ever known.  

To all the stupid discussions that we had, or wanted to.

To, well... you.

Birthday Wishes.

Tavalodet Mobarak, for the half Persian that you are ;)     

Love.

Forever.

Sleep. Dreams. Rewind

There is sleep in my eyes, which is a rare thing. Yet, somehow I needed myself here more than at the cozy bed I just gave up. I have you on my mind, and tonight's the clearest memory I ever had of  you. And then, I cannot reach for the phone and type an sms and click 'send', or put in your number and make a call. It was a well figured idea to have bid you goodbye, and it's not my ego that stops me from reaching you. I am sure you never understood, and I know you never will and I know how much it irritates you when I tell you this same thing over and over again. I can only smile, knowing you will never give up on 'trying' to understand, and yet it feels a little sad that the trying will not reap any results. I know I have messed up big time, and I know there's no going back; but, there's so much a man can wish for. You will always remain the best thing that happened to me.

The 'New Year' Post!

The 11th day into the 2013, and I haven't yet found a reason to have a 'happy' new year. It'll probably take time. So this is just a formality - the 'new year post', to make sure I haven't lost the pace!