Just because I look like a veryyyy boring person , nobody ever understands how much I love surprises, gifts wrapped in glossy colourful papers, hand written letters, invitation to see damn dramatic nautanki bollywood movies, lots of balloons , stickers, colours, glitters and the list continues...thus what to do...I order it myself online..later when the bell rings I pretend to myslef..Huz there?...when they say its flipkart or jabong...I again pretend to myself that what has suddenly arrived at my door ? Then I see the wraps, I touch it, I smell it..and I breath the smell of surprises.., then very slowly I open it...Then I scream..Oh my Goood, all my favourites...Again I pretend..who has send it ? Then I take a red pen and I write.. To me, From Myself...Presently I am awaiting two such surprises 1) Collection of Latin American short stories 2)A handbag, from an unknown person called Myself...I live in an utopia with my utopic self..but the mirror never shows her.. P.S: This does not mean that my family and friends never gifts me anything, Its just that it becomes hard for them to realise that I still look at the balloons and the toys with the same yearning eyes..., never mind , last puja was my 25th puja and a balloon is still a compulsion for me :) and I want to be like this till I die ...
Posted on: Tue, 11 Nov 2014 04:06:36 +0000
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