Love

Love, someone said, is not made of stone

It had to be made and unmade like bread.

So we made our love 

into bread.

And, slice by slice, we ate it up.

Until crumbs are all that we have left.

???

OK, so we got invited to the birthday party of his friend's daughter. The time said 12. We arrived there at 12 and find we are the first person - the only person there was the girl's father!!! WTF? Indian standard time.

So here i am, sitting in a corner, nursing a headache and wondering when this would end -and  it has not even started yet...

Yesterday, we went to DTF for tda's birthday lunch. We love that place. Just because he did not want a cake, we got one!!! I did not have much of an appetite - k and the others kept pressing me to eat more. Which made want to scream .. I hate it when anyone does that.

The past few days, I have been going back to the past. Unwillingly. Memories of distant places and even more distant people kept flashing in and out. I know my defenses are down but I cannot take this anymore. I want to give up the elf for adoption and run away to the Himalayas loaded with books and grass. I still need to buy a iPad.

That or I want to become a street walker and sell my body and soul and anything that is left.

I think I am finally losing the plot.