I cannot think of one word to describe this species. Self absorbed? Nah! Too kind a word and does no justice to the callous and intentionally insensitive behaviour. I would have closed on cruel but then, isn’t that word invented by drama queens in the weepy serials?
I had met this hairy, lanky creature in college. It was cute. I was thrilled to notice that the self assured eyes of this damned creature darted quite a bit when I was around. The friend request was no surprise. We tried to hide a whole range of feelings behind the safe words of friendship. But our friends were smarter than I gave them credit for and they got it all out of us.
“Secret is out! We all know what you both are upto!”
Songs became sweeter, colours became brighter, showers became longer and friends became nosy-er? We learnt a lot about ourselves and about each other. For instance, I realized that I could understand animal-speak. I also understood that it was easier to make a guy read 20 small messages than a big one. He learnt that it sometimes takes a missed flight to calm a cute girl in interview hysteria.
Few years down, things change and I wonder…
I wonder what my vision anomaly is called clinically?
I wonder why I did not punch him in the gut when he called me dramagedy? (keep guessing)
I wonder if he is trying to recollect my name when he stares at me with that funny expression?
I wonder he would quit monosyllables if I lift him by the neck and force him to talk. (I should have spent more hours in the gym.)
I wonder if he would remember my birthday if I tattoo it on his forehead?
I wonder if it is OK to entertain such thoughts in office? Somewhere my phone beeps. “Hey, I don’t think the rain will stop now. Mount Road is already blocked. Why don’t I drop you home? Can you start early?”
And I wonder what I was scribbling…