Friday, December 30, 2016

The runaway girl

You don't like crowds, a public address is your worst fear, you grit your teeth amidst heavy breath finish that last line of your speech and 'run away', gallop sprint whatever that takes you back to normalcy - Running away to gooey safety?

Your boyfriend of eight years, cinematically belongs to a different caste, you pack your bags and 'run away' to catch that train tickets-less, heavy wrench in your heart as the home draws away as the train chugs and mutters off the station. Running away to a better future?

The clock ticks towards 6pm, the route would get maniacally traffic infested in a few minutes more, you wait wary of that **** beside you whose only purpose of existence is to see if you are there. You run away, when it's not looking, into corridors and lift bays and cemented pavement blocks like an unleashed blood hound, into that cab that's waiting for you!  Running away to pure happiness - drama that happens every single weekday at the desktop. :p

2016 - books read

Jaya - Devdutt Pattanaik
My Gita - Devdutt Pattanaik
The Scarlett letter - Nathaniel Hawthorne
Picture of Dorian Gray - Oscar Wilde
Adultery - Paulo Coelho
50 shades *head desk*
Hornet's flight - Ken Follet
Matarese countdown - Robert Ludlum
Emma - Jane Austen
The Time traveller's wife - Audrey Niffenenger
Art of war - Sun Tzu *eww*
The Beggar maid - Alice Munro

Monday, December 19, 2016

Running away every weekday

You don't like crowds, socialisation is your worst enemy, you grit your teeth, carry lead in your lungs, finish that last dance at that party and 'run away', gallop sprint do whatever that takes to get you back to your den. You 'could' be running towards comfort?
Your boyfriend of eight years, cinematically belongs to a different caste, you pack your bags and 'run away' to catch that train - ticket-less; wrenching-heart as home draws away, while the muttering train chugs off the station. You 'could' be running towards a family?
The clock shows five minutes to 6 pm, the route would get maniacally traffic infested in a few more minutes, you wait wary of that Yeti beside you whose sole purpose of existence is to see if you are there. You 'run away' when it's not looking, into corridors, bays, lift longues and o'er cemented pavement blocks like some mad unleashed blood hound, into that cab that's waiting to rescue you from yet another Monday blue - You certainly ARE running towards freedom, dear child, spare the coulds! #desktopdrama #Andy #Dufrense #Redemption