Sunday, May 01, 2011

Single and Sold

You might be a girl reading this, or you might be a boy..
So I shall write this story in both perspectives.
You wake up, the sunlight hits your eye, it's annoying. 
You blink, you check the phone.
You have some GPRS charges messages from Dialog, some Tweet mention messages,
some Facebook wallpost messages.You want to sleep.
He/she calls you. You talk about useless things for fifteen minutes. 
Call ends.
You smile, widely awake. Okay, let's start this day!

You walk around, on the road, with your friends. You are talking, texting, watching the road,
doing the uber-multitasking that youngsters are so inept at these days. 
You have your phone in your hand, you dressed in the usual college life garb;
the jeans, the causal t-shirt, the sneakers and your bag is slung over your shoulders.
There is a boy flirting with you. He notices how your hair shines in the sun, he loves the way you talk.
There is a girl faltering under your gaze. She loves the deep gravelly tone of your voice,
she likes the fact that you can play the guitar. 
Phone beeps.
A message from him, a message from her.
All thoughts of that other person who likes you...
... ah well, they lie flat, like a fallen leaf down a lonely road. 

You are having a bad day. You are frustrated, anger is creeping up on you,
work is piling up, homework is nowhere close to being finished.
You want him to call. You want her to text. 
You stare at the phone.
You are bored, you are not absorbing anything on the white board.
You are far far away from the lecture room as you can be.
Lectures finish. Your day is no better.
You send a random text. 

You come home. You are on Facebook when person from your class comes up on chat.
A boy, a good looking one, flirts with you. A really pretty girl finds you interesting.
You reply like a dead duck.
All the while, staring at your phone, willing it to ring with that name on it. 
Day is winding, you slip into bed. 2200 hours. 
Phone rings, you smile.
You talk on and on for an hour or so, ending the day talking to this person.
This person, who is not yours to have.
This person who makes you feel good,
makes you smile
This person who should clearly sort out their stupid issues
and say "Screw that "
and just be with you. 
Because you and that person, are perfect.
The two of you are so dysfunctional that the ridges fit just right. 
Two broken halves of the same cookie.
You end the call, you end the day.

You stare at the wooden slats of your ceiling,
and think of that boy who flirts with you.
You think of the pretty girl who likes you.
They'd be very happy if you gave them a chance.
Another face comes to your mind.
His spectacled face and toothy smile.
Her soft curly hair and twinkling eyes.
You sigh, knowing that this is how it will be
..for a long time to come. 

Because you are single..
.. and yet your heart is sold. 

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