3. Diary and Amphigory
I have made a diary in which I am daily writing things about my life and about my goals. The diary got filled in 81 pages exactly and it was a lucky coincidence. Talking of coincidence, in Mumbai which ever apartment I had lived in has been numbered in multiple of 3 and throughout my Mumbai journey, number three has been a lucky number for me all the time. No matter where I was, the number followed me everywhere.
Recently I have met lot of girls whose name starts with 'P' and I was wondering why again and again I was falling in love with some one whose name starts with 'P'. Soon I realized that I had never fallen in love with anyone whose name started with 'P', in fact I was always forcing myself to fall in love with them and for some reason their name would always start with 'P'. The first thing I decided was to stop talking to any girl whose name started with 'P'. I stopped calling them or replying them immediately. These 'P' girls have been with me for so long that the seats that could have been for my girlfriends were occupied by them. I had to ask them to leave so that some new girls could come in my life. There is only little space in everyone's life and one can only accommodate few people inside so for new people to come, old people have to leave.
With passing of time, I got rid of all the 'P' letter girls so now when I look back I feel more relaxed but pretty sad as I have no one left. The problem with these 'P' girls was that they were nor coming into my life as anything neither going out of my life, they were just hanging out there in my life passing their time and in the meantime wasting my time. So much for friendzone thingy. Anywho, latest study done by me has proved that the girls I have truly fallen in love previously has been girls whose names have started with 'S'.
But I digress. 3 has turned to be my lucky number. Now, with that fact in mind, my mind again started working and I found out that I was living with nicest person before I threw her out of my life. He birthday is 21st March, 1986. 21st is easily divisible by 3, March is third month of year and 1986 is also divisible by 3. So it all matches. Though I am not sure whether she was born in 1986 or 1987. After reading so many books and watching myriad stand ups you know one thing, that you should never try asking a girl her age or ask anything which would lead to paths that might tell you about her real age. It might turn out to be another reason for break up.
It is clear now, she has too many three's in her name and no "P". She is made for me.
Of all the girls I have met she is only one I am unable to get over. I don't know why. I feel more close to her. Though I accept that she irritated me sometimes with her nagging habits but on I retrospection now I wonder how much I had irritated her. At that time I was like a monkey freshly out of jungle. I had no sense of how to dress; the truth is I still don't know how to dress and wear clothes or shoes. I had no sense of anything that made any sense to her. She was always telling me about things I cannot do and how I should do that but above all this,
She never trusted me on anything but wanted me to trust her on everything. Typical Aries. Yes Yes, I have read Linda Goodman Sun Signs. It is a good book.
I am writing another book now. My last book never saw the light of the day because no publisher was ready to print it. Though now when I look back I see that I didn't make enough efforts to get it published. I tried 5-6 publishers and then released it online for free and realized one important rule - free things don't sell on internet. The book's name is "Amphigory" and it had one whole chapter dedicated to her in which I mentioned my whole journey with her from Salsa class where I first saw her to my first date with her to my meetings with her. I don't remember it presently but I guess I have skidded the break up part in that story. No, no, now I remember, I started the story with a mail of hers which was a fictional part. She never wrote any letter to me. There were few mails and some chats saved in my gmail which I immediately deleted owing to my break up with her but nothing on paper.
Hope is all I am left with and with complete faith I am looking forward to her coming back into my life. God or whoever is up there, please keep working. You are doing a marvelous job. 79 days remaining.
Amphigory Book
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