Lying on the settee, I thought of visiting Goa or someplace else. Roomie rejected the idea saying it is too hot, while lying down on another sofa or the divan so to say.
Lying on the settee, I began to miss J knowing she would have come if I said even if it was 50 degrees. It is a different thing that she would have complained the entire journey until we come back and make my life miserable but the point is, she would have come.
Lying on the settee, we began to talk about all the friends who got married some of whom are expecting and the dates we need to remember, their birthdays, anniversaries and now kids’ birthdays.
Lying on the settee, we discussed how nice it would be to eat raw mango with salt and red pepper powder.
Lying on the settee, we recollected a long drive with her fiancé and some friends and how we had admired the apartments in and around the city and the kaleidoscope of builders’ names displayed on them and discussed the market rates.
Lying on the settee, we discussed the second part of the instinct of the basic kinds and how S Stone portrayed the character perfectly and exchanged opinions on the absence of any MTv grind or any such thing and the desire to have the uncensored copies of many such movies not to feed voyeurism but to get into the skin of the characters.
Lying on the settee, we discussed a PYT who happened to be a guest for a few days with a tattoo and navel pierced and how we have earned the label ‘ex PYT’ on seeing such fresh bloods. We were saddened by the realization that perhaps we were never a PYT but an ’almost PYT’.
Lying on the settee, we spoke about walking on untamed grass in a valley with mulberry trees around, holding the hands of a special someone and let our respective thoughts wander awhile.
Lying on the settee, under the fan on a Bangalore afternoon, we played resigned-resigned, unemployed- unemployed.