It's the day before the last day of the working week. Consequently, I'm in a good mood. But majority of the good mood i owe to two good movies in one week. I'm not going to mention the movies. Just that they made me happy, in a serendipity sort of way and i want everyone else to discover them the same way. Serendipity-like.
The remainder of the good mood i owe to some good work i did. Finally. Work wise.
Anyway, here's a little story.
There was once this girl. Confused. And shy and silly when in company. She met a boy who was never sober. A boy who made her laugh. And a boy who found her pretty. The boy's eyes crinkled when he smiled. And that made up for the moments when the girl didn't find him too funny. They were comfortable with each other in a way only intimacy will allow. And yet they weren't too close. Not in the beginning. And all things must get ruined with familiarity. And so they spoke of deeper things and times to come. The future and The Simpsons. Soon, there were other people who came to share the comfortable bubble that the girl and boy had conjured. Other people and anger and arguments and confusion came along. There was no space in the bubble. Like Bombay in the month of February. Where I'm told rents are highest and houses most difficult to find. The girl and boy then became like everybody else. The shininess of a newly blown bubble was lost and there was only the psychedelic squares that form windows on the face of every bubble. The bubble din't burst though. It just grew larger and accommodating.