the pink glow of the bougainvillea against a light grey drizzle, a walk on a road in the heart of the wilderness, it seemed like the universe had conspired to cleanse my brain of the scum of stupid dilemmas it had been clogged with. his endless chatter which would have otherwise been rather bugging helped obliterate the acrid sounds that echoed every now and then in the tunnels of my earholes. he took great care to include every detail about the mountainbike he owned back home, his late night jogs around the campus which helped cure his insomnia, how he sent her flowers yet again, and if i could help him get a few postcards meant for a baby sister who adores him completely...

i looked from the corner of my eye at this lama, skinny polar bear of a friend and how he was trying so very hard to keep me occupied in conversation (one long monolouge, to be precise). he didnt say the right things, but the intention came out pure and clean. that was enough i guess. its strange how you may have many friends but only few can cut through the icy walls of your lonely depressions.

after a two minute ride in an overloaded bus and a lot of haggling with auto walas, we said our goodbyes...and i could find myself smiling in the grey of his crinkle cornered eyes.

and in the gusts of the winds that broke against my already numbed skin i just felt glad...there are atleast some choices you don't regret having made...