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How do you say you are sorry to one that you love you deeply?

Almost been 2 years since I last saw her (in the flesh).

Her memories return, if not by the minute then by the hour. In fact they have never left. Not a single day has passed by without her creeping into my thoughts; sometimes she’s smiling, sometimes she is joking, sometimes she is mocking and laughing but mostly I recall the image of her crying and rightfully accusing me of making her life miserable.

Truth: I did, but the moment the tears started rolling down her cheeks, I realized, held her, begged her for fogiveness. She did, at least I think She did.

Fool I was am. I did her wrong.

I moved away, literally and geographically.

Today, I chanced upon some pictures of her while we were Skyping. I tasted salt.

I want to say sorry, I am not wishing her back, but I would just want to tell her how sorry and miserable I was. To her, to me and what could have been something else.

The pictures still keep playing but the music that plays along with it is wrong. There are sobs and sniffles that can be heard which are, for once, not her’s but mine.

I am sorry.

Quixote

Quixote at least knew what he was, a knight in, if not, shining armour. His intentions were right.

And then there is me (us) who put on the armour and go in search of saving damsels in distress. We do.

Something happens, the knight who was supposed to save, saves and then turns predator.

Is it possible that Quixote could have been bitten by the dreaded bug insecurity? Or is it a curse to the impersonators?

Stranded

I remember reading a book about passengers at an airport (JFK, if my memory serves me right) who are caught in a terrible snowstorm and are cut off from the rest of the city/world. Something in my brains say’s it was an Indian author. Not Tharoor…. or is it? Lemme find that out.

P.S: Might be routed through London now.

La Mancha

I’ve started so I’ll finish

Magnus “Mastermind” Magnusson is dead.

To do: Blog more about madness for quizzing and mastermind

La mancha

2007

Happy New Year.

Stayed in on the eve, was pouring outside. Had no company except for the 2 corona twins. S called on the dot. A good beginning, if I may say.

“Facts are the enemy of truth.” – La Mancha