The sky turned a shade greyer as we drove by, watching the black sea illuminated by flood lights that dotted the night sky so very geometrically. Inky blue met with white light, a perfect union, a mingling together that brought bursts of star dust and sparkles. Children, such children we were. One of us in anticipation, one of us in depression, and one of us suffering from acute starvation. We got out, huddled together for warmth and shared one shawl because those two were too cool to embrace the fact that they needed sweaters. He went off to buy his bigmac, he fidgeted with his watch, and she looked into the pale blue of the sea for answers. Amidst his loud and obnoxious chomping accompanied with semi-horny grunts of a satiated appetite was idle chatter and mindless sentences. They spoke because they had to, not because they felt like. It had never been like that before; there had been a need for filling up awkward silences, primarily because they never had any. But today, things changed, and all three of them were more introspective, partially more intoned with what was happening to them, a sweet sort of narcissism. Finally he was done, cigarettes were stomped on, frozen behinds were dragged of damp benches and the walked to the car.
So this is what growing up feels like.
3 comments:
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mere khwabo mei jo aae
aa ke, mujhe chher jaae
us se kaho, jaae chaand le ke aae
i'm not sure really but i think it happens not in one day...growing up...but over many blended together... but it sort of hits you one random sunday before just another monday.. it's not all bad : )
never before has anyone equated growing up with seeking answers from a darkened sea. But The dp would look find teh least likely of all epiphenies to come and strike.
YEs dear freind this is what growing up feels like.
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