Well, Pink Floyd on repeat. Before this was Echoes, Shine on and now it's Wish you were here.
Wish YOU were here. NO! We're not talking about that again. That chapter was closed. It met it's end. Hopefully, the end is permanent. And it does not open up again like my wardrobe malfunctioning door.
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
LIving in a fish bowl
Year after year...
Pinl Floyd! I am not sure if I should say the lyrics are great but I sure connect with them. And I know, this is my Sunday night disease of feeling lonely, this time the writer in me has woken up and typed something up. And the Sourabh inside me is feeling lonely. Again.
Funny I should say, the sourabh inside me. It's like I am a dual, like Aparichit! The guy on outside tries being awesome and the one is scattering, squibbling loner who cant express a line of what I am feeling. Both reside within me. There maybe moments when overtakes the other, dominates the other but definitely don't kill each other. I wish I could tell her how much she meant to me, how much I dreamt like Tum hoti tu aisa hota, tum hoti tu waisa hota. But, I guess all that is in the past. I have got my reply. I know you've closed the door on me and I am not knocking on it again. that would just be stupid on my part. Yeah, adios. :D
