Oil: Me, Water:Who

My sister and I are on different poles of the the world. Not physically but nature wise.

She is outspoken, an extrovert. I am a big introvert. She knows how to deal with people. I have no clue. She speaks a lot, most often non-sense that doesn’t even comes from her heart. At least this is what I feel. I don’t speak at all. People who talk to me often complain about this. I don’t engage. She is submissive. I don’t let people do that to me. She is wise. Wisdom trickled down my head and now there is no more wisdom present in me.

My sister is not stubborn unlike me. My sister is hardworking and though I too work hard at times, I am in no match with her. My sister is intelligent and I am not. Though people around us think otherwise but I know this since I am closest to my sister. My sister has a practical approach. I am more of a theoretical guy. I focus more on how things should be rather than how they can be. My sister manipulates people. I don’t.

But still we are together and in peace keeping aside some fights we have for recreational purposes. This is all because she loves me. I don’t know why because I am not a lovable guy I realize. And I too love her no matter how different I like to think than her.

Or may be, she has no other choice.

(This post was written in response to theĀ daily prompt.)

 

Let Her Be

One of my earliest friends was A. We studied from the first grade till the fifth grade(in Indian schooling system). Then she went to some other school in the same town. I missed her, a lot. The only girl(other than my sister) to kiss me. I can’t say she was my girlfriend. I had never been cheesy to her. We were buddies who fought. This was our daily chore. We were made to sit beside each other by our class teacher. Fight was what we turned our productivity into. She was the one who always started it. But as surprise as were her slaps and pinches and punches to me her kisses were no different. Jumping around with wildly moving hairs, she would kiss me for no reason.

The last day she had come to school I wanted to talk to her. I would tell her bye and that I would miss her. But she didn’t come to me to say bye. Why should I? I was still in fight mode. I realized I would have to repent for it for a long long time after this day.

I still miss her…I wish that time would let her be where she was. I wish we could fight forever, laugh unnecessarily forever, cry holding each other after one would hurt the other. No matter who would be hurt. This is how she was. This is how I was with her. A boy with nonsensical exaggerated amount of feelings and excitement.

I so wish time would let her be…

(This post was written in response to the daily prompt.)

Dear LA Book

Dear LA(Linear Algebra book)

Congratulations on being able to understand my writings for this only day. But, why do you exist? Even if you exist, why you don’t get into my head? OK, you don’t get into my head, that’s fine. But why you get into other’s heads? For a whole semester, you have been giving me pain everywhere playing with my emotions, mocking about my inefficiencies.

I want to tell you LA, you are very dry. Had you been some human being, you would have never got a girlfriend. Not a single line that comes from you is interesting. You don’t impress me at all. Its been long I’ve been trying to be friends with you but you simply don’t seem to be interested at all. Whoever said ‘Books are our best friend’ must be wrong. Or may be, you are just a plain cold exception.

But I still need you. At least for the next ten days. May be you don’t like me. Neither do I. But I can’t pass without you. I’ll fail this course. You ought to help me. If we can’t be friends, at least we can trade. You ask anything from me. In return, you get into my head. Please, you need to do this. Please!!!

Mrinal

(this post was written in response to the daily prompt.)

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