Chumming or not, food and clothes always get me tripping.
So what if I end up bulk shopping right when you break out the news to me- I’m not even embarrassed when you are almost verbatim that my wedding collection has surpassed yours.
You are most definitely worried because I’d planned to attend four weddings the last year and treasured my obvious absence through all four of them- I wish I could tell you I’d make it to yours even from my death bed, it feels that necessary. But I send you a screenshot of my ticket bookings instead.
You see, all of us like keeping promises in words and fail all the more often. I wouldn’t like any such repeat telecasts and therefore, I pat myself affirming I’ll live the actions proper this time.
It shouldn’t be a big deal- you neither. Like it didn’t feel that way when you and I were just colleagues. I was crazy about the OnePlus phone series and one fine day, I see a bulky, chubby, loud man going nuts about how he got that same phone for free because he had some contact working at Amazon. It didn’t matter to me except I burnt myself down for I had no such convenient contact and I’d been saving up for that phone since ages. Anyway, I have hated you ever since.
Or maybe, even more when I’d see you taking your work calls, walking to and fro around the receiver, glued like you’re already making your seven vows of marriage before the holy flames. Why wouldn’t you sit at one place and talk? Eventually, I was told you’re a work genius and maybe the appreciation started to pave way somewhere. But the eating habits, my goodness- all the junk factories would have agreed to a free lifetime supply of food had they been aware of how much of a value you’re to their business.
And therefore, when I found out the only kind of drink you make do with is ‘Virgin Mojito’ and in spite of that extra unprocessed fat content stuck to your body, you got the ‘Jhinga-la-la-hoo’ tribal dance step spot-on, I thought you were cute. We talked relationships, you laughed at my fascination towards Fish and Rice, made me awkward with the proclamation of how I’ll stay a fake Bengali ever. I felt your nudge for literature and poetry gone but not lost, and you never denied. You made my stay really difficult sometimes because had it been under your control, you’d have sentenced me for being at a wrong workplace. You were so impatient with all my dreams and achievements it was downright too overwhelming to contain sometimes.
With our individual break ups around the same time, you said you’re glad it happened to me and forced me into the tunes of ‘The Break-up song’ and ‘Baby I don’t want dollar bills to have tonight’. I don’t think I’d found my most dependable dart board yet until you were pretty explicit about walking me through the swamp, one day at a time.
Off late, I’ve really starting believing in the truth of us getting what we seek, maybe not always in the exact form we’d want them to be. And therefore, it is important to be on a watch. For all that you were to all that you’ve become, I can never put into words my gratitude towards every conspiring theory abiding to let this happen. It means the world to me when you play the cupid to my imperfect love. You give me the stature of family without any formality, you have told me a zillion times until now how your to-be-wife and I are similar in terms of independence and thoughts we hold. You understand that I care for you and you value it without any apprehensions. Our comedy show evenings, trips, rides and getaways shall always be about you getting to be the version you’ve always wanted to be.
I’m too young to be advising you about the new married world you shall step into but old enough to not let you forget that love holds the primary key between all equations. Compromises, regrets and failures exist to remind us that we’re capable of attempting- and that should never stop as and when we think fit. From colleague-to-acquaintance-to-friend-to-good friend-to-cupid-to-‘my last man standing’, may you stay the kind heart I’ve known you as, seems like forever now.
There are multiple reasons to never leave your side, also because you’ve a special responsibility of treasuring some of my biggest secrets password protected inside. To your big day advancing crazy and my incomplete shopping list yet to be check-listed, I’m already in a frenzy!
From Mr. Anirban Mitra to Mr. Anirban Ghosh, tell me later if the other side of the world is the same sunny?
P.S: Your to-be-wife and I discussed about letting you work after marriage, given we’re progressive and all. We shall think about it! :D
So what if I end up bulk shopping right when you break out the news to me- I’m not even embarrassed when you are almost verbatim that my wedding collection has surpassed yours.
You are most definitely worried because I’d planned to attend four weddings the last year and treasured my obvious absence through all four of them- I wish I could tell you I’d make it to yours even from my death bed, it feels that necessary. But I send you a screenshot of my ticket bookings instead.
You see, all of us like keeping promises in words and fail all the more often. I wouldn’t like any such repeat telecasts and therefore, I pat myself affirming I’ll live the actions proper this time.
It shouldn’t be a big deal- you neither. Like it didn’t feel that way when you and I were just colleagues. I was crazy about the OnePlus phone series and one fine day, I see a bulky, chubby, loud man going nuts about how he got that same phone for free because he had some contact working at Amazon. It didn’t matter to me except I burnt myself down for I had no such convenient contact and I’d been saving up for that phone since ages. Anyway, I have hated you ever since.
Or maybe, even more when I’d see you taking your work calls, walking to and fro around the receiver, glued like you’re already making your seven vows of marriage before the holy flames. Why wouldn’t you sit at one place and talk? Eventually, I was told you’re a work genius and maybe the appreciation started to pave way somewhere. But the eating habits, my goodness- all the junk factories would have agreed to a free lifetime supply of food had they been aware of how much of a value you’re to their business.
And therefore, when I found out the only kind of drink you make do with is ‘Virgin Mojito’ and in spite of that extra unprocessed fat content stuck to your body, you got the ‘Jhinga-la-la-hoo’ tribal dance step spot-on, I thought you were cute. We talked relationships, you laughed at my fascination towards Fish and Rice, made me awkward with the proclamation of how I’ll stay a fake Bengali ever. I felt your nudge for literature and poetry gone but not lost, and you never denied. You made my stay really difficult sometimes because had it been under your control, you’d have sentenced me for being at a wrong workplace. You were so impatient with all my dreams and achievements it was downright too overwhelming to contain sometimes.
With our individual break ups around the same time, you said you’re glad it happened to me and forced me into the tunes of ‘The Break-up song’ and ‘Baby I don’t want dollar bills to have tonight’. I don’t think I’d found my most dependable dart board yet until you were pretty explicit about walking me through the swamp, one day at a time.
Off late, I’ve really starting believing in the truth of us getting what we seek, maybe not always in the exact form we’d want them to be. And therefore, it is important to be on a watch. For all that you were to all that you’ve become, I can never put into words my gratitude towards every conspiring theory abiding to let this happen. It means the world to me when you play the cupid to my imperfect love. You give me the stature of family without any formality, you have told me a zillion times until now how your to-be-wife and I are similar in terms of independence and thoughts we hold. You understand that I care for you and you value it without any apprehensions. Our comedy show evenings, trips, rides and getaways shall always be about you getting to be the version you’ve always wanted to be.
I’m too young to be advising you about the new married world you shall step into but old enough to not let you forget that love holds the primary key between all equations. Compromises, regrets and failures exist to remind us that we’re capable of attempting- and that should never stop as and when we think fit. From colleague-to-acquaintance-to-friend-to-good friend-to-cupid-to-‘my last man standing’, may you stay the kind heart I’ve known you as, seems like forever now.
There are multiple reasons to never leave your side, also because you’ve a special responsibility of treasuring some of my biggest secrets password protected inside. To your big day advancing crazy and my incomplete shopping list yet to be check-listed, I’m already in a frenzy!
From Mr. Anirban Mitra to Mr. Anirban Ghosh, tell me later if the other side of the world is the same sunny?
P.S: Your to-be-wife and I discussed about letting you work after marriage, given we’re progressive and all. We shall think about it! :D
