You know it's love when...

Your friend who made you pillion ride from Mulund to Malad, Mulund to town and where not, says to you that he took a train today. You ask him why he did not take the bike and he says it would have been uncomfortable for her, the distance was too long. I point to him that he never thought of the discomfort when I had to ride with him. (I had to always argue with him to take a cab or train) He says the roads have become bad. I say yes of course, the roads went bad like two-three days back. They were smooth as halwa all this time. To which he sheepishly says, now you will take my case.


anjaane hi tere naino ne vaade kiye kayi saare hain

What do you hide?

I have been observing all these people with whom I spend so much time. Could they be hiding too, just like so much of me is hidden from them. New people, surface relations, none of them that will last long. I can't say too much when a judgement is made about me, lest too much of me is revealed. You learn to just let it be. It is not possible to be all of you with everybody. That is why time alone is so much important.