How can this happen? I have been writing all this week and I don’t see my blog posts on my blog. Whenever you think you have seen enough fucked up stuff in the world, the man on the top floor has a way of showing to you that things can get worse.
Among other things in the world, I lost my phone and I got a new life, felt on top of this world, and lost it in the last four days, felt like shit but I am feeling better now.
I guess I should be more direct here. Here, direct means more dramatic. This is a blog of a guy who doesn’t sleep at night if he talks to a pretty girl in the day. Fuck, there, I said it. Most of my bothers would be surprised at this admission, because I have been known to be a smooth talker. I am, I know that. But if I have a thing for the girl, I lose it. I just lose it.
So this is a story dedicated to the beauty from Ambala, who stole my heart and ruled it for 3 days and 3 nights. She then decided to break it to pieces and burnt them into thin air. My room still smells of the burnt heart, though I am fine now. I am now preparing myself for the next encounter. I don’t know how will I face it this time though.
The 75 minutes that I spoke to her were so beautiful. Her voice was like silk, she laughed like a dream and her words were like a song. She was guarded, I was serenading. I could have gone on for hours. Why not? The one hour I spent talking to her was so pleasant. The three days I couldn’t speak to her after that were hell. I messaged. I called. I mailed. I did everything modern communication would let me. At the risk of being called a maniac. And then the realization dawned. It was not meant to be.
At 27, a hot chick, a sikhni, working in a 50000 FTE coding shop in Noida. I can imagine her life. Everyone from her project manager to a fresher would chance maro on her. Most likely she wd be seeing someone. Under pressure from home, she would be meeting jerks like me who do not stand a chance any way.
Oh by the way yours truly cracked a 40k Euro deal. Thank you. Yeah, I can sell enterprise software but cant patio this chick.
It is the thing about us lonely hearts, we latch on to every smile we get and we expect things to be perfect.
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