IIFT Dhaba Zindabad!

... and after an excruciating evening of inane nonsense in life... i go to iift dhaba with my dear dear friend(for whom i am currently overflowing with love...)

so ya... i go to iift dhaba to look for my blue trunk bag (the most expensive thing my parents have bought me... coz i dont usually ask for expensive things becuase they r usually aesthetically unappealing)...

the bag also had my planner...much money(not even mine)...two books(including Kafka short stories).. my passport...and my PERSONAL DIARY..

we went there hoping against hope that it would be there...

and then a gush of the occasional warmth of this city flew like a soothing storm (if there is such a thing)

and the BAG WAS THERE...tucked away safely in the grime of the back of the dhaba...not even opened...with all the valuables intact...it was there... and the dhaba bhaiyya handed it to me and i could have hugged him tight and kissed him...

such a relief and there could not have been better timing...

and my dear dear friend...the passionate lover of delhi...gushed about his love...the city... and i agreed...related to it... "the city stands up for you just when you need it" he said... and he is right...

a few more ciggarettes...a deep conversation about 'space' and identity and nice pulao at my 'amateur but brilliant cook' friend's house... the day seemed just a little bit lighter...

the lightness i wished i could send over across mountains and rivers to my lover...

ya that is how good it felt... that lightness...

worth it to wish for it to be shared with her too...

as we know there are few things that are worth sending to lovers(which is why its a pain in the ass for all shopkeepers if anybody is doing 'gift for lover' shopping)

... that soothing storm and the calm that followed...i yearned to send to her... did'nt manage to largely...

but does the thought count? hmmm...