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“Write of You”

07 Monday Jul 2014

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I have not written of you, you never gave me enough mental torture to. You were the one constant, in my life, putting up with me even when I push you too far. You would stand there, sulking as you wait, until I would act as if nothing happened, though I ask for pardon. But then you say sorry more times than I would, probably cause you like seeing me smile, or type “kiss” on the chat-box from my side, for your side of the screen.

I have not written of you, since we never properly fight. It is always I who throw a tantrum and you who bear it, the nasty wise-cracks and the sarcasm. You would wait till the “flash-anger” disappears, till I smile and say “I miss you”. We end up coining expressions of flash-storms, and my temper, which is certain of being unpredictable than any tempest, with your unwavering pretext of patience.

I will not write of you, not again, because I know you will be around, and that yours will be the first email I read on waking up, or the last email I type before going to sleep. I know there will be a call every day before you head out of office, or a message (or a hundred)  in between your day’s work. Whether I be grumpy, silent or pure evil, I know that I will find your side of communication waiting for me, in all politeness, at times formal, and at times highly frustrated.

I will not say often I miss you, almost never I love you, but in my silence you read I care, in my own weirdness, probably never to be spoken or written.

The Fight

03 Thursday Oct 2013

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I missed him.

We never fought. But this time I think we had.  Over some man, who had nothing to do with our lives.  Completely irrelevant as the other man be, he had successfully opened a new door for us: A fight.  A passive one at that.

Then again, I am not even sure whether what we had constitutes a fight. We never got to shout at each other with our time zone differences getting the best of it, with me already asleep when he returned home. I had been too fast in typing out a whole paragraph over something he had not typed in, but more like wanted to type in, at least in my mind.

He had agreed, as usual,  to what I wanted, and texted “you’ve got yourself a deal!”

My brain started working only on reading it, “Is this what I wanted? What do I really want? I mean do I even want anything?”

I had already decided that the moment emotions started playing its part, I would most likely pack and leave, do something to piss him off, or just start dishing him with annoyance so that I could check his level of patience. So far no shouting.

I was confused. Once again, I was very confused.

I remember his parting words, “I will miss you. I know I do not tell it, but then you know me!”

“Do I really?”

“The Missing Game”

26 Sunday May 2013

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“You said you will come this week!”

“Counsel you are distorting the facts!”

He smiles but does not admit the truth.

“You told me you would come this weekend, and I will come the next,” I reply, ensuring words are separated properly, and would cause no more confusion.

“Oh! Come on!”

I had forgotten this game of repeating the same thing, while the other would not admit what he said less than one hour ago.
I had spoken to him a few minutes ago, and I was pretty sure as to how the conversation went. Actually I could tell each word of the conversation. It was a blessing or a curse I possessed: being able to recite what others tell, even when I should not be remembering it.

“So are you are not going to come?” he repeats. It was like talking to a kid, who was not willing to lose an argument. (Mental note: two lawyers together can be a little problematic at times, specially neither lets go of one’s case)

“You know I can’t! I thought we went through this once!” I reply, finally frustrated at him for just picking a stupid fight, for the sake of annoying me.

“I do not want to fight with you!”

“You call this fighting?” he asks.

I decide silence be the best treatment for him, simply knowing that he was just trying to get my attention.

“We are not going to do this! I will talk to you later!” I tell him.

“Are you crying?”

I was not crying, but on the verge of exploding after a long exhausting day, that seemed never ending.

Silence.
We both wait.

“Sorry”

Silence.

“I miss you!” he says.