The crumpled sheets on my bed remind me of her. I see clothes strewn all over, like little pieces of misery. I stare at the door, longing for her to walk in and fill my life with eternal joy and happiness.
Oh BAI! How I miss you. Come back soon, its been more than a week and I am running out of clean underwear. I contemplated refurbishing my wardrobe with new set of undies and boxers, because that seemed a lot easier than washing the old lot. Sadly that plan never took off thanks to stupid shops that close their shutters by 8. Out came the deodorant and their claims of long lasting freshness were put to the ultimate test, under extreme conditions. Let's just say if the Axe commercials were true, then all the angels would have been dangling from my dick and slipping off my balls.
The pile of dirty dishes is so tall, that the insects in my house are enjoying the comforts of a multi-storied skyscraper that they can feast upon as well. If I could understand their buzzes or their tentacle talk, I am sure I'd be thanked over and over.
Please come back in your sweaty attire and non-coherent sentences that I don't understand in one go. Bring along your tantrums and even your half-hearted working style. But please come. Its been too long. If you were well read you would have come across the phrase 'Distance makes the heart grow fonder'. Baby, I mean it, every word I mean it for you. From the bottom of my pile of dirty clothes and dishes, I mean it.
If you had BBM, I would send you cute emoticons of my crying and being sad. I would dedicate my status updates on FB to you and only you, if you had an account.
Oh Bai! ab bohot hua, wapas aa jao.
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2 comments:
You wuudn't give the real reason why u want your sweaty Bai back in your life would you! So much for washing your dirty linen in the public ;)
nice title:)
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