Tequila Sunsets

Tequila Sunsets

Hey, I give a darn. I am marrying her. At twenty-nine, I can’t start all over again. It takes half a decade to find the right person..

It was four-o“clock in the morning. Three mugs, some half filled, some still hankering to be felt, were lying on the floor. Coffee has long been associated with deep thinking.

”Hey, I give a darn. I am marrying her. At twenty-nine, I can’t start all over again. It takes half a decade to find the right person, another quarter to decide if she is the right one to marry. And the remaining is spent in making the families connive, and hell, those traditions take helluva time.“

Smirked our Guru ”hey, you mean to say, you would leave all those half a dozen pretty damsels ’’“ bozo, I can’t go and start all over again. Time has inhibitions. That besides, perpetuate it, just be rebuffed again?”

And there sat the most condemned couple. In the Garden of Eden. Then Adam had to go. Eve was bored with her life. And the Serpent needed someone to gossip. And then they met. The forbidden fruit was delivered. Eve was blinded with ecstasy. So didn’t read the user manual properly. The apple was bit-ten. “ eeeeeeekkkkkkkkssss” where did you get this from?“

And she wanted to be noticed by everyone at the party. ” I’ll be bitched, but at least I’ll be talked about.“ Bingo, guys are clever beyond what a woman’s mind can fathom. ” The best way to get a chick’s attention, is to ignore her presence completely.’ Gospels on flirting. Want more? Sorry, the write up is not about that. But its on Ten Commandments and Moses.

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And I looked at the sunset. I have overlooked the same thing unto times in my own city, Delhi. But here in Alwar, just a few kilometers away from Delhi, a new place for me, I look at it as if I have never seen it before. Its become so revered all of a sudden. Why? The locals are looking at me. Their rut is extraordinary to me, and mine to them. Its past sunset, and I still haven’t thought about my boarding. Such majestic moves, in unknown cities, for young girls, travelling alone”. Are sacrilegious. Its six in the morning and I am up facing a new day. My day starts at ten in Delhi. I am falling in love with what this place is doing to me.

Its been two months. I am at char minar . Alone in a Muslim dominated area. What am I doing here? Read further to unravel .

I have not slept from the past four days. Not a single morsel has gone in. My eyes have dried up. I feel numb. The sand beneath feels cold. Its getting into my eyes now. I am closing my eyes. I am falling.

Shit. You still reading this? Are you still sane? You should have abandoned it after the stroll in the garden. Either you are folks who know me, and are being pushed by me to read this article. Or you are folks who don’t know me but are curious to know me. And if neither, then I think, you need to pay a visit to your vet. What are you looking for. A story? A pattern? Waiting for an end to emerge? Or some knowledge to enhance your learning?

Let me tell you, this article offers you nothing. I am really sorry for wasting your time. What are you thinking? Are you thinking? Are you still there“. hello”.

Knock knock!!

Hey I was kiding.. come back“

Pls”..

And this is what might happen to us one of these days. May be now. We’ll be taking those few last breaths, and a realization would dawn. What if life was like this. Millions of experiences, people, learning’s, possessions“ all an exercise in futility” no pattern would emerge from what we had ever done. Nothing would lead to nothing. But nothing would be left to lament over . And we would grieve what if this thought had come to me earlier?