In the previous post, I told you about how I had just dropped off Pooja at her flat and somehow managed to steal a kiss. I think I am forgetting something, yes, and I also confessed my love to her, just to get no reply from her.
I watched her walk away, and my mouth was left wide open. It’s great that she wasn’t looking or she could see a helpless puppy standing there with his wiggling tail wanting some affection. I wanted to say a thousand words but my mouth was on strike. If she turns around once, she loves me, but she didn’t. Cause things like these only happen in movies, damn the movies filling my head with stupid notions of love. It was getting a bit chilly, so I got back in my car and watched till the lights of her flat turned on. I guess, I was waiting for her to look out the window, see me sitting there waiting for her. Then suddenly realize how much she loves me and shouts I love you. Nevertheless, that didn’t happen either. In the end I was left confused, sad and little turned on after the events that unfolded.
The drive home was a pain, and I was sleepy. Nevertheless, my weary brain was repeating that kiss again and again and again . . . On each roundabout, I wanted to turn back and go ask her what all that meant. However, I kept moving on. As I fixated on that event, I pushed the accelerator paddle even harder, the thoughts in my head were matching the speed in which I was driving. It was a long drive, but the thing is, I love long drives. There is something magical when you are alone in the car driving on the road. It’s you, your car and the long way which you have to cross to an end, and on the long path you have wide array of thoughts to keep yourself busy. These thoughts never seem to leave me, I would think of all the things which I could have done differently, said differently, but right now Pooja was the only thing on my mind.
I began to wonder, was I in love, Click to Read the Full Post
