The New Game

Ha! A new game begins.It was for the first time I was kicking a football. wrong move. But it gets better. That is usually how it is. I wish I had a coach like N while I was struggling with my Basketball in school days.

Playing a sport again is really hard for me. I have to detach the traumas of earlier gaming experiences from my reality. The embarrassment and humiliation the school Basketball tournaments inflicted on me is still an open wound. It was only later that I realized BB is not my game. But yea, you move on gaining strength and May-the-Devil-care attitude.

I hope football will be a new chapter. Wow, now I can really enjoy the game of David Beckham...something more than his looks.

While you are sleeping

At the cost of sounding mushy, let me tell you that I love the way you sleep. Your brother-in-law was sweet to post a picture of you sleeping like a teenage-girl dreaming far-away island with a tower touching the lightnings. You seemed like the darkness in my bedroom corner.

Social medias bring you stuff which you have no control over to see or not to see. I never wanted to see you again. But how can I stop looking at that picture.

Mushiness aside, let me analyse why I liked that "harmless" picture so much. The amateur frame captured the 3/4th of your bed on which you were lying keeping aside you wallet, laptop, mobile phone and all your worries. The things were not scattered as in my bed but kept in a line as a schoolboy would arrange his Ben ten stickers.

Your sleeping posture tells me you are warm and possessive. The way you were holding the pillow whispers the coziness i miss. The composure tells me why it is the same girl who turns your world around since you are 13.

The only girl I am jealous of in the whole fucking world!