Fat Ex

January 5th, 2018
An ex got married. It should not be a longer post. It can fit easily into a single tweet. But ask any boy. Can any ex fit into a single tweet? Never. Two such exes have swollen into something that can’t fit into a entire book. What startles me most is how shockingly is their name transformation. Some have changed their name from mere six letters to ten! I guess that adds to the price of becoming an aunty. Thankfully the people in the pictures don’t change otherwise one of my hard drive with such pictures would become impossible to carry. And they still love adorable in those pictures even though some were plain monsters in human skins. This post is longer than the new twitter limit.

Regret. Repeat. Regret.

December 18th, 2017
She was showing me a bunch of screenshots. One was startling that accidentally came up. She regretted that moment. The camera was on. The regret got recorded. I learned the lesson. She asked me to take a selfie. I did. She insisted I use her phone to take it again. So I did. Saw the screen for a moment to find the camera app. Found another thing instead. It lasted for a moment. Her face had a regret. Again. Then I came home.

New War

We all face a new war from time to time. Life is a very long war with many battles, some won and some lost. Anger and silence of a loved one is a sign of a minor war which left unresolved can spread to an irreparable disaster. The war can break out instantly and even spread with the same pace. Unanswered texts and calls are a sign too, especially when you happen to be in a relationship. Relationships can be very tricky matters too. Taunts, cheats and lies are a temporary win but would always make you lose in the end. But what is a loss. In love this word doesn’t seem to exist. But the women of subcontinent would fail to agree. Won’t they.

Strange. Stranger

I am clueless having absolutely no idea. That person is changing. I don’t know why this is happening. But it is. That being is becoming more dry with each day. A part of me is thankful. That part of me lives beyond emotions. The other part feels this change and lets it alter his happiness. He, upon comparison of present with the old days, finds that person transforming into a complete stranger. Strange. There are so many things that he keeps observing silently and giving himself to emotions of sorrow. The other, upper one is elated already and waiting for a silent revenge.