Friday, July 13, 2007

Where everything would be laughed off in squeals of laughter

Where complaints about each other would be narrated in poetry

Where there would be an underlying urge to only be with each other at nightfall

Where the journey to self-discovery would begin by holding each other’s hand

Where satisfaction and completion would stem from just being in each other’s lives

Where we would live in a cute little white house

Where friends would come to have a comforting cuppa tea

Where weekends would be reserved for each other, with each other

Where these dreams would see the light of day

Road (chain)Rage

When I am driving, I complain about Autorickshaws
When I am riding, I complain about Pedestrians
When I am in a Autorickshaw, I complain about Bikers
And when I am walking, I complain about Cars