We party hard, like a bunch of stones in a cloth sack being thrown down a concrete staircase

Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter."~Martin Luther King Jr

I don’t know where it really started but finally we (my maniac hit zombie colleague and I) landed up for a "SILENT" dinner.Oh yea…before you pelt down your questions like WHY? HOW? WHEN? WHAT? And WHO…We are those two extremists who are fascinated in everything except work. Of course we have our own reasons for it. Common factor is the sleep diffusing into our eyes and thinning out the world around. But as usual, VILLIAN of my story is my manager, who sits diagonally opposite and peeps into my monitor. Wonder why all males have affinity towards female stuff…!

I was so drowsy that I began dripping down the seat and finally hit the floor with a thud! That thud actually alerted the world of my disastrousness. Some wondered silently and some in whispered tones. But my manager was shocked to see me under the desk. Well, to save my bum from fire, I told him that I was searching for my note pad. I know that is the dumbest thing of the world ever said. Actually that thump was not that bad too; it gave me an idea of sniglets. I finally came up with few snigs and was looking out for a person to vent it. Poor chap was the victim. I also see him shouting dramatically “mudiyala!!!” also!

So for all the torture I have given him, I thought I’ll be nice to him at least once and asked him out for dinner. Seriously, I appreciate his deep brave heart to still dare the catastrophe. Planning was on me. I unintentionally took him to a pitch dark place for candle light dinner. Now if you why, all I have to say is "When you want something, the entire universe conspires in helping you to achieve it." Ok...Bad joke… point is I did not know about the place. How the hell I would know about romantic places, I am that old blond nanny who always talks about her cat: P

Ok now the real story:

Pitch dark, just a candle to glow, pot pouring rain and few centimeters of distance between us and no one around. Anything can happen...in fact ANYTHING can happen (subjected to ur discretion and imagination).But we, sat there as if it was a stadium and I was compensating the full of screaming mental peoples with the voice rising and falling across the circumference. Whatever… romantic dinner was an adventurous supper for him for super subtle attitude and my “goodwill” purpose is also served.

Why it was an adventure, I would explain … We were the first ones to sneak into the place. After 45 minutes an odd couple walked in, both abnormally dressed. While they were choosing a place next to us … I was in no hurry to utter “Are they gonna sit on our laps and rub their fat bums with ours. Shit sticking stinky people- *rolling eyes*”.Although it did not make much difference to us, at least to me , they had a tough time with the live RJ -Sandieee.

End of the eventful so called romantic dinner was the honking driver hurried to drop us back at our respective abodes.  The darkest hour of night came just before the dawn.

Now dozing off to see him tomorrow at office J

So much love for the LOLITA! H&K (multiplied by 10,000) (itna mein utnaich milenga :P)

And now you still wanna ask what this is..It was the pure Language of the World. It required no explanation, just as the universe needs none as it travels through endless time.

And yeah I hum REHNA HAI TERE DIL MEIN  song because I love KK 's voice. I talk bakwaas only with him cuz he can complement me the best ...
He can be the one with whom I can sit beside to watch every setting sun with a large lake of chocolate dipping in and floating around:-)


"There's always room for a story that can transport people to another place."~J.K. Rowling

Chow chow :D