I like to listen to loud music that i don't understand. Helps me keep the independent thoughts away. But everything is just borrowed isn't it? The thoughts we think, the words we speak, borrowed from someone when we came here on this rock, some unwillingly but did came, some early some late, some tolerable and some dumb as fuck.
"๐๐ฃ ๐จ๐๐๐ง๐๐ ๐ค๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐๐, ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐๐๐ง๐ข๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ง ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช๐ง๐จ๐๐ก๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ก๐ค๐ซ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐๐ก๐ฉ ๐ฌ๐๐จ๐ฃ'๐ฉ ๐ง๐๐๐ก."
"๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ค๐ง๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐จ๐๐๐ , ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ง๐๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ง ๐๐ฉ ๐จ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ ๐ช๐ฅ๐ค๐ฃ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช."
Above are two very deep meaning statements which just came to my mind one after another maybe because they are quite antagonistic to each other. But fuck that, the thing is, I saw someone very cute today, I don't know they were a he or she, probably trans because they appear differently when you're in India. But for the sake of ease of this conversation and how I perceived it, we refer to them as "she\her". She was on a auto rickshaw which was passing me very slowly because of the jam and just as the jam opened, our eyes locked. Maybe because of the traffic or love at first sight, everything flowed in slow motion and i thought of everything we could do together. Maybe the first time in a long time that I didn't think anything about sex after seeing someone. I just thought how we could talk and we would look each other dead in the eye and we would both know, in the heart, without any confirmation that, we are not just speaking, we are being heard. Even my imagination felt right. How I would cry my heart out in her bosom and she wouldn't judge me. How we could share moments and then have a warm, loving laugh together remembering it.
Anyways, her rickshaw passed me and I kept thinking how it could have been if it would have been...
"๐๐ค๐ฃ๐๐ก๐ฎ ๐๐จ ๐ ๐ข๐๐ฃ ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ช๐ฉ ๐ก๐ค๐ซ๐."
-sidhant