Tell-a-Tale.....

27 th October, the first time I witnessed the winter chills this year. It touched or rather attacked me with all its might when I was comfortably walking back my way home from office. My snug blackish grey T-shirt and denims couldn’t protect me. I had to brace myself against the darn cold winds and move on. Oh yes, I did feel it a day before 27 th too but then I was on a motor bike, riding as a pillion, returning back from a horribly terrible movie, 10 at night. It’s natural to think that it was a result of a paranoia that I suffer from while riding bikes. There, I said it; I am scared of sitting pillion on bikes. I have this terrible feeling that the moment the driver pushes the accelerator; I will roll back and fall down on the road.    Okay, I digressed from the point. So, as I was saying I felt that chill. And I didn’t enjoy it. I do not like winters. I hate the cold mornings, cold afternoons, cold everything! I hate to wear so many layers and getting lost underneath them.

She was selfish. She wanted importance and attention from him, and of course, he gave it all to her. He was totally smitten with her. But still it couldn’t make her happy. Don’t know why she yearned for more. Every time he tried, it irritated her, if he didn’t, it hurt her. Maybe she was bipolar. She loved him. She tried her best, but it often happened that she used to lose interest mid way. She adored him. He was her only confidante; she never talked to anyone about anything but him. She admired his patience with her, but she still feigned interest in his talks. Maybe she was confused. It was long since they were together now. She used to think about future. Sometimes he was in it with her, sometimes he wasn’t. They argued about it. It used to lead to a few days of going without talking, but then they used to miss each other. Things were forgiven and forgotten. They would come back to normal. She would still love him. Maybe she was attached a lot to him. People use