Time Will Tell

                "Let's just be friends", he says. She knows that she is to blame for whatever made him say that disasterous line. But nevertheless, she has to maintain her cool and keep the floodgates from opening. She says "Fine. I was actually thinking the same." That's how she maintains her cool. For her, there's no asking "why?", "how?", "when?", "what?"... It's just "fine" for her, no matter how much she's hurting inside and she wishes that he take his words back. There are a zillion questions that she'd like to ask him but it's all "fine" for her. At that precise moment, time actually stood still but it was a moment that she'd like to erase forever. It was like she had turned deaf for a few seconds. She couldn't understand why it was happening, why she was feeling the way she felt 'cus she wasn't really into him in the first place. She got into it by fluke..really a fluke! She took him for granted...everything he did...every feeling he felt...she'd taken it all for granted. So why did she, at that precise moment, feel like the most important thing in her life was slipping away and she couldn't do a thing about it? She could hold it no longer. A tear trickled down her cheek and before he could say another word, she turned around and walked away. Did that single drop of tear mean anything to her? Did it mean that she had actually really liked him even though she had pretended like she didn't give a shit about him? 

                  She knows that he is a good guy who would never hurt anyone intentionally. She knows that he had every right to say what he said. She knows that he had really liked her but she never gave herself the chance to like him. She had hurt him and now she was hurting too. 

                  Days went by. She never shed another tear or spoke a word about it but she alone knew what she felt. He had said that they'd be friends but would they ever? Would she talk if they passed each other on the roadside? Or would she even be so stubborn as to refuse his existence? If they did talk, would she be able to forget what she had felt? 

                  They say that time heals even the deepest wound. Five years later, he called her and she knew exactly what to say...

This Is Me

          So i guess u guys must know my name by now. It's DIKI. When i first came to Delhi, people usually sniggered at the sound of my name. You know... It kinda reminds them of some organ probably.Whatever it is, i sure dont have it.Actually i hate my name.It's so friggin short and abrupt. I especially hate when i'm in the loo of my boarding and someone knocks on the door and asks 'who is there?' and i, in my constipated voice answer 'Diki'...'who?'..'Deeeek...keh!!! Phew! so much for pressure.
        Anyway, now that i'v finally joined blogspot, let me introduce myself. Yea,the first paragraph didn't do much justice to an introduction so here goes (if anyone's interested in my David Copperfield days). I've spent a major chunk of my childhood in a boarding, a Catholic boarding school. That's how i know more about Jesus Christ, The Holy Bible, the Immaculate Conception, the 3 Kings, Christmas carols,etc. more than the religion i was born into. And my favorite chapter from the Bible was the Revelation. Loved it. That's how i started becoming a huge fan of horror movies and anything cryptic. Back then, i was the shy kind. My senior had to teach me how to answer back. Thanks to her, i learnt the words 'stupid' and 'A-hole' and 'stupid' was a big, almost-blasphemous word you could use. I had short hair. Really short. Like Demi Moore in The Ghost except for the fact that she looked hot and i...well...lets just say that people thought that i was a boy. My dad used to cut my hair and this one time he even cut the tip of my ear. And so for me,that style never went out of vogue until i reached class 7 and after that i went for da chic bob cut..it wasnt all that chic actually. That remind me,i had these 2 moles on my face, big ones. That's what every stranger i met seemed to notice and they'd be like, 'Wow!you'v got 2 beauty spots' and i believed them. Until the day i met my ENT specialist who, after inspecting my throat with a microscope, sits back and says, 'that mole looks very ugly. You should get it removed'. BooHoo!! and i thought i was the prettiest girl in the whole wide world. So i got rid of one and the other's still on my cheek and i'd like to think that i kinda look like Marilyn Monroe.:)
             Yea, my childhood was awesomely normal. So now, here i am in Delhi, in my room, wondering who will follow my blogs cus my blog's gonna be legen....wait for it....dary!hehe...cheerio!