Birth dates.

Can't believe I'm not even going to say goodbye. Can't believe this is actually happening.

Just re read something. I am not going to be there "without fail" now. Wow. Things sound so much crazier in retrospect.

Snap

Just like that. No warning. Wow, to think I thought things would never change. There are few times when fundamental foundations shake. And they go such a-rattle then. You would think almost too much love makes sure it never would run out. Except it turns into something else. And its vicious, vile and stinks like crazy.

Its like something's mocking you. Its like Davy Jones' heart that he always thought would be there, safe. Except its gone, and theres nothing you do about it.

Its been so long since I felt like this. Being so perfectly insulated from terror. Three years of fighting against anything that could hurt. Getting rid of people, things, personal traits that could make one vulnerable. Believing, knowing perfect 'safety'. Priding, showing off luck. Being perfectly secure. Laughing at the idea of love lost :) Ha.

In your face, Basu, in your face.

The hunger's never quite gone around here.

Desperately craving chilli potato fries. The kind you get for a whole bowl-ful when its pouring and you're daring your two chaddi friends to run out and place the order because no one wants to move from the car. And then you go out and they run after you, laughing.

Potato fries and menthol and chips. Damp hair and hot food and laughter. The past's always crystal clear and the future's always dim. And we're stuck in fantasy worlds with prospects grim.

Grayness everywhere. What a pity. The melancholia is pathetic.