If only they could talk!!   




           It was middle of the night and I saw my parents sound asleep. But why did I wake up? Was it a bad dream or something else? Oh well, it was because of the long lost acquaintanceship with my seasonal guests. But to my surprise my parents were sleeping unperturbed in spite of them! I was curious more of 'why me' than 'how it could be'. And then that night's slumber was almost ruined. Thus begun my tryst with these 'so called' friends for that day...

           That morning I got into a bus and saw people who were sitting near me, with their hands off their legs either on window sills or holding a bar 'very happily'. But as I looked at myself, my hands were always uninviting my 'friends' off my legs at that juncture. I wondered if they followed me up till here or were they 'their' friends? But why me again? And finally I walked to my college thinking that they wouldn't follow me any more.

           But wait, I think these guys had informed 'their' friends in my college too. Thus another group chased me. Yet I noticed their arrival only when I was seriously trying to listen to a class. But this time there were no warning buzzes unlike the previous instances, and while I was being attacked incessantly, my friend was deeply engrossed in the lecture. And why me again?

           As I came out of the class, I felt like coming out of a battlefield! But just don't think they would leave me in peace forever. And now it was shopping time,which my 'real' friends were able to enjoy, whilst I was shopping for at least one my stalkers to ask them why it was only me always. Was it because of the bonding that we shared from our previous births or because I was too sweet for them? But aargh!! I would get a reply from if only they could talk!! So I just BANGed and CRUSHed them for which I have been waiting for a long time. But as I type this, a mosquito is just buzzing around me..I wonder if this is the brother or sister of the one that I had banged!!  
 

Comments

  1. niveda21 March 2013 at 09:32

    wow u hav a good vocabulary....:-) teach me some writing re...i would love to write:-P

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  2. Mouniga24 March 2013 at 09:28

    hey thanks!!

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  3. viji30 March 2013 at 04:28

    he he may be nan"kosu" will attack u re ;)

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  4. Padmapriya Kannan5 June 2013 at 02:47

    Good narration mouniga:)

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