The odd boy

You are a strange boy.
You smiled at me to seem friendly and the next day you frowned because I smiled back. You spoke to me to promote friendship and yet when I texted you, you remained silent. I walked alone and you did not bring your bicycle after that. You argued walking was better than cycling.
You loved to argue. You said that what you felt was the result of hormones. Yet you wrote long letters and sweet poems for me. You thought buying flowers on Valentines day was a conspiracy and yet you did that to boost economy.
You argued that Big Bang was the reason for our existence. Yet when I knelt before God to pray for my ailing grandfather you could say the same words of prayer with me.
You said you could not guarantee a secure future for me. And still you picked out china patterns that would be on our dinner table.

Why, oh why did you then break my heart? Only to say it was good for me?!

Oh!

Baby cries. Really hard. No one is able to soothe it.

Mother- I will take a leave of absence from office tomorrow and spend some the day with her. She is missing me. She probably feels she doesn't know any of us since she goes to daycare. Maybe she is frightened of all of us. Maybe we are strangers. I think I might even quit my job end of the month. I feel so guilty.

Father- Maybe we ought to change our daycare provider. Maybe they are not giving her enough attention. Maybe they are giving too much that she misses all that at home? Maybe some of the older kids teased her. Maybe someone yelled at her. Maybe she is overwhelmed by elders.

Grandmother- Maybe it's the food at the daycare. You know, making her tummy hurt..Maybe it's the food at home. I told you she was too young for cake even if it is a small bite. Maybe the water,are we filtering it? Does she have a temperature? Does she have a cold? Are her ears hurting?

Grandfather- Move away from the baby. Give her her space. You have been smothering her. She will be alright in sometime.

Baby's brother- (sniffs and makes a face) Baby poo-poo!!

#13

There are only two great pleasures in life- breaking the bubbles in bubble wrap and to physically contort and reach the itch on the back and give it a good scratch.

The protest

I wipe sweat from my forehead. The ground is giving off heat waves and I can see the steam rising from where a few drops of water were spilled. I look around. My boyfriend is on the edge of the crowd talking to a couple of police officers. As the head of the protest, he is assuring them that this will be a peaceful one.
I heave the heavy placard once again. I look at the cement and steel monster in front of me with its many glass eyes. They are so bright it hurts my eye to look at them. In spite of it I see people staring down at us. Wondering about the sense of it all. This corporation is responsible for carrying out tests in nuclear and biological warfare. They carried out tests in a remote part of the country; they thought it would remain a secret. This world that we have, this world that we leave for our children is not safe. And we are protesting against it.
All of a sudden there is a shriek, from the back. No one knows where it is from. We see some company enforcers stand up straight around a girl. She is hurt. This throws us all in a frenzy. A harsh word here, a shove there. We are soon in the midst of a mob. I search for my boyfriend. He has a gash from his forehead. I hold his hand and pull him gently on his feet and take him to the line of corporate and police enforcers.
I stand there with the placard in my hand, not word out of my mouth. The rest of the gang slowly joins in.
We hold our banners aloft. Our protest lives.
"Give peace a chance", "All we need is peace".

#93

Even if the item of clothing we choose to wear is at the top, the neatly ordered clothes still get messed up.

#58

Coffee is addictive. But there are no coffee patches, no rehab centers and no support groups.And quitting it cold turkey is still a bitch.

#21

Just when you are looking for some energy to carry on with the workout, your iPod thinks you are in the mood for slow, romantic songs. Never trust Shuffle!!