Diary: Page 4

I am tired today. I feel like my little world has stopped revolving. 
I am tired today. Like tired in a way, I don't wish to part the curtains of my bedroom. 
Like I wish not to see the Sun. Or this morning or the stars tonight. 

Why do you do this to me? Why do you act like you don't know?

My heart is in my hands. And where is your heart? I don't even know. Locked away perhaps? Or maybe with someone whom I don't even know.
That's how extremes we are, you see.

I am tired of how you have left me to imagine what could possibly be your thoughts. 
I am tired of everything in short. Even tired of writing this. 

I first met him at a club.

It was the night of Holi and a weekend. Me and a ‘we-look- happy’ but trust us ‘we-are-not-so-happy’ couple decide to hit a Desi club. The couple is a friend and a not-so-familiar husband of her.

The club was filled with unknown faces and cigarette smoke. Crazy, crowded and loud. Typical!

5 rounds of tequila and surprisingly I didn’t feel drunk. I was getting bored and decided to find a partner to dance.My eyes wandered from lonelyguy1 to lonelyguy2 and more and a few more.

Nil.  

But then the DJ played a romantic song with a handful of his usual EDM beats and I danced like a heroine of Bollywood movie. I then wanted a hero. A heroine is never complete without her hero who lets her dance around him and occasionally around a huge tree. I had to find one. And that’s when I first met him. I glanced upon this really attractive man, 6’2 or even more, built with seductive eyes and smile to die for.

Everything so perfect. I walked closer to him, but I was stopped by force totally unexpected. Twists are a big thing in Bollywood you see. Out of nowhere the not-so-familiar husband of my friend was on fire. Jealous and burning he just won’t let me close to Mr. Seductive Eyes.

In reality, my friend’s drunk husband was pain anywhere weird you can think of. The situation was quiet embarrassing. All the more for my friend.

Anyways back to story. The distance between us was only a few steps. I rolled my eyes out of disappointment. But all he did was smile and watch me dance. I frowned, he smiled more to cheer me up.

The rest of the music till 3 am was only for him. All my attention, all my moves and all my kisses went flying to him.

When the music stopped, I walked up to him. We looked at each other with a smile on our lips. And if eyes could speak, I know what he asked me.

‘What’s your story?’

Him.

"Did you notice something? I haven't spoken about him all day."

"Well, you just did."