Season Of Love

There are some questions I fear to ask myself. The worst of them all is ‘let go?’ I have tried my very best to fertilize a dying plant; my friendship. Regardless of my efforts the plant refuses to live. Is time I let go? Won’t I be morally scarred? I would then have successfully contradicted my own perspective of long lasting friends. Were all those words child play? “My best man at the wedding”, “ten years down the road, your Lamborghini and my Lexus....” All these are still fresh in my memory yet it all cedes to be true now. I don’t know if I can, but I must vigour myself to let go. Or must I?

Apart from that issue clouding the back of my head, my day today was smooth. Despite my effort to wake up at my convenience, Amin ticked the cuckoo clock in my head. A call from him in the morning was astounding indeed. I greeted his call with a smile on my face. Indeed I was happy to hear from him. Hours later I was on my couch watching ‘Desperate Housewives’ marathon telecasted on Star World, with peace and at ease. My mum had gone to visit her mum in regards to Mother’s day and by God’s grace my brother went along with her. I was the captain and the crew; alone at home. To my surprise I received another call from Amin. Two casual calls in a day. Wow. Contented and pleased. Soon after I dragged myself to Granny’s place for a family gathering. As much as I hate to be involved in this, I was left with no choice. On the way I made another casual call to Amin. Note: Third call. The gathering did not turn out to be too bad in the end. I notoriously stuffed myself with seafood and sugarcane juice. To top it all, a Belgian waffle with chocolate fondue. After the extravagant dinner, I strolled back to my Granny’s place to have a BBQ party with the neighbours. On the way back a ringing on my phone made me smirk and laugh out blissfully. Yet another casual call from Amin. It was around 12.30am before the Mother’s Day BBQ party ended. By then I was bloated up. Took a cab back home, and here I am blogging this. I quote this as a joyful day for me. Among all this hustles I can’t stop to wonder, why the sudden alluring affection from Amin? Four casual calls, shockingly 3 from Amin. I am not questioning your affection or thoughts; I am very happy and grateful for them indeed. On the contrary I hope this has nothing to do with the days to come from 19th, I hope this is not a temperamental diversion for satisfactory. Nevertheless, thank you for your calls and thoughts today, looking forward for more of this ‘new’ you. Not weary yet, I presume I will devout myself to the television for now. Good day, Good food, Good travel, Good friend. That is all for now, happy mother’s day once again.

Since it turned May 12 by the time i finished this post. HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!!! I LOVE YOU.