forgive me, embrace me..where is my lap for a night's sleep .....

Mira, Miroslava writes back, saying she enjoyed the talk too..and hopes to meet again at the coffee corner..

I write back. "I have a test. As i debate, now, if i should say, 'why only at the coffee corner', let me give you back two emoticons, in return to your one. :)) there, they go," i said.

My roomie, whos into his east-european, this time a hungarian lady and associated escapades...believes thats not the right way...

He thinks i should have said, "Sure, at the coffee corner." Meet her at the coffee corner, and then say, "how about shifting the coffee corner to star-bucks!"..

somehow i like that approach...but yet, this approach, of creating a 'shift' seems so naive to me. Morning i was thinking, how my far younger sisters and brothers would now be having their adolescent days, ogling at boys and girls...Sometimes i feel, i am still the child with them...

But the bus-seat, makes me realise i am no longer. Down, now, at 11 in the night in my department i find an intriguing fair-skinned lady..i can gauge from her eyes, she 'needs' 'it'.

I smoke outside, find her standing alone, not forlorn, but expectant of a life happening..No imaginations there, surely, as she stares starkly at the Chinese student duo smooching at the escort stoppage.

Oh, yes, surely she needs it...shes in my department, nothing stops me....tomorrow i have my statistics mid term....i must not fall in the trap of marks, but aspire for understanding and concepts, so says a friend....and another says, i must keep good grades, they bail you out during hard times....and even if its for knowledge, i ask myself, would the multinomial, conditional or marginal probablity density function ever help....doesnt life happen all in a 'blink'!!!! sans all those theories of love n hatred...

and blink!!! I yearn for some good music...bangla, or otherwise..i yearn for a good poem....bangla, english, urdu or otherwise....

I am impatient...lifes a 'f'ing joke...and yes it is, i dont feel an iota of sadness in using an obscenity here....

strange, how times change, change people, situations, life per se...


where's the respite!!!!!!

`amen..sorry sweetheart, i didnt mean to treat u with the 'f' word so early in life....forgive me....