I find myself resting my head against the edge of the fridge. No I AM NOT hungry! This is after dinner! Suddenly cigarettes whisky and a foot massage have a lot more meaning and are even more unattainable. You know, it really feels good when u let the weight fall off your shoulders, even if its on your fridge. Don’t try it on a metro pillar, you may suffer fatal death.
They do say you really love a woman when she walks out of that door! Yea buddy, you could sing her songs now, serenade her with wine, flowers and pink pillows that u had not dusted since Adams, take a bath too.. But She has left the building. Not only that, She is probably getting her visa for Slovakia!
I feel like a machine gun with no ammo. Pup pup pup. Pup pup.
Pup.
All my life I wanted to be rich, independent, living alone kinda girl! Obviously beautiful, desired, loved, admired was all a part of it and all these are criteria satisfied! But there She goes. My dream.
I remember the first time I saw Her. I was in school long time ago and I don’t know why but I was not in class and yes, probably was out-standing, in detention. And I, saw Her. Well at least Her shadow. It was tall, with long willowy legs, long nose, long face, just like me but older, richer, more famous than notorious.
But staying with your parents can have the effect! Obviously not on the pay, but everything else.
She looked like the type who never had to run cause she was gud at getting things done anyway. She had seen the hard days and was now walkin’ on sun shine, baby!
But then since generation gap is something scientists have not found a cure for, and nor has Obama done anything about it and since the Indian Congress is too involved in the IPL I have to deal with it my self as I see Her explode, shatter.
Pup pup pup.
Dance the tango! Do the twist! Fly over the moon, and no you won’t fall! Falling is what losers do. You must be above gravity! (And who cares if you do! we just want some entertainment)
How am I, 23 year old, lesser paid lawyer, single woman, presently feeling like an adolescent, staying with parents, with some non-negligible deductive and inductive reasoning, a falsetto voice to make bathing bearable, and O+ blood group (pls don’t make me fly over the moon!), supposed to forge private happy time let alone be Her?
They say we are all in it! I say if we were, why is there not a national song to brace us for it!!
So I chose She. Elvis Costello. Let me know what yours would be.
