I didn't know being alone can be so bad. Wasn't feeling well today, so took a day off from office and stayed back. Morning was good. My awesome roomie Tina took real good take care of me, fixed breakfast for me, and got me a hard disk full of movies from a neighbour, who's also a really good friend.
Ate, watched movies, had a nice long nap.. I was pretty content till afternoon. And then it began..
you see, I'm not programmed to be alone. I freak out if I'm alone for more than a couple of hours. I called and bugged a couple of friends which kept me happy for some time. But in the evening, I couldn't stand it anymore and felt like a prisoner locked up in the room. So somehow mustered the energy, dressed like an eskimo (being ill made the cool Bangalore evening seem like frigid Antarctica) and walked (or rather crawled, if you consider the pace at which I was walking) to a nearby Cafe Coffee Day. Thank GOd you have them in every street these days. Never have to walk far to see one of them.
Never been there alone, so took a book with me. Sat down, happily ordered a Hazelnut coffee (when I drink that, I always think of my ex-roomie and good friend Neha who loved Hazelnut). The book was so awesome that I was completely oblivious to my surroundings. Well not completely oblivious.. I did notice this really cute guy who was also sitting across. He was engrossed in a book too , and we smiled at each other a couple of times. But the book was more interesting and had my attention more. After an hour or so, I walked out happily. Well not very happy coz I seriously hate the CCd for being so grossly over-priced.
Anyways, when I stepped out, I had a smile on my lips. Reading a good book is almost like having an amazing conversation. Like getting out of your world and entering a whole new world, seen through the eyes of the author. Now that's the magic of a good book. A competent author can bring alive so many different worlds, paint so many scenes in your mind, conjure up characters you can fall in love with, and make you experience a horde of different feelings. I would love to be able to do all that too.. but somehow something tells me I'm not quite ready for it yet.. but then how will I know ? Well , I guess for now, this blog of mine is good enough for all my creative literary aspirations.. but still... it's gonna happen ... and soon....
