17-03-2019, 06:22 PM
Today, when this matter is resolved and I, the shunned one is back in the folds of my beloved at her own insistence, I find in her someone else, not the lady I had known before. With my eyes open, I see a stranger.
Do I have a philosophy of my own? I dare not. That is most likely to be at gross variance, with yours. And that would be catastrophic, wouldn't it be?
I want it to happen, really, but with my own old simple Suhas who was always poor in mind games but super large at heart. Today, we are two different people.
You turned me out one day. Today I am booting myself out. Actually, I am the "The Old Toothbrush" who is so redundant that his discard would go completely unnoticed.
And I stopped, emotionally drained, exhausted.
She was no longer holding me. Sitting on the couch looking towards the horizon, she looked unmindful of everything.
I started packing. It took me only a couple of minutes and it was time to leave.
As I got down the stairs, I turned back. She was looking at me, the silent tears welling up, once again.
She whispered in extreme grief, "Please!"
The pain in my heart was searing through. I was getting weaker.
I turned back and left.
John Pinto was waiting for me in the car.
The End.
Do I have a philosophy of my own? I dare not. That is most likely to be at gross variance, with yours. And that would be catastrophic, wouldn't it be?
I want it to happen, really, but with my own old simple Suhas who was always poor in mind games but super large at heart. Today, we are two different people.
You turned me out one day. Today I am booting myself out. Actually, I am the "The Old Toothbrush" who is so redundant that his discard would go completely unnoticed.
And I stopped, emotionally drained, exhausted.
She was no longer holding me. Sitting on the couch looking towards the horizon, she looked unmindful of everything.
I started packing. It took me only a couple of minutes and it was time to leave.
As I got down the stairs, I turned back. She was looking at me, the silent tears welling up, once again.
She whispered in extreme grief, "Please!"
The pain in my heart was searing through. I was getting weaker.
I turned back and left.
John Pinto was waiting for me in the car.
The End.
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