A Bowl of Elusive

I have always looked at human relationships from the perspective of an outsider. You can attribute this to the fact that my upbringing was less usual than others. If you read my blog, you know about my childhood, the fact that I was orphaned at an early age and was brought up by my father's parents. All relationships have been difficult for me to understand. I have written in length about my chemistry with my family and my old flames. But another relationship I haven't written much about is friendship. I usually had a tough time making friends. It was just one of those things that allude you. There wasn't anything I was doing wrong, there was just a lack of  the basic connection.  I did make some friends along the way, but when I look back at those friendships today, I can't help but feeling they weren't normal. You know, take for example, Buddhadev, one of my very first friends in the second standard. He and I were both a little nerdy back then and maybe tha...

It was the summer of ’05. And we were in love, all consuming, unadulterated and absolute love. She wore frocks, pastel colored and covered in flowers. She was chubby and jolly and wore her curls with an attitude. And she used to smell like a baby. We were young and adventurous. And had all afternoons to ourselves, warm windy afternoons. Holding hands, playing with each other’s fingers, talking about the future, we were only 15. Completely oblivious to the rocky future we were going to have, we sat there swooning over each other, just breathing each other in. It was warm and she had a few buttons undone. Her dress slipped off of one shoulder, baring a portion of her beautiful full breast. She didn’t bother to straighten up even though I was looking. Right then, we knew. Things would happen. I was shy yet hopeful. And she read my mind. A storm was raging outside and it kept getting dark. We were close to each other, tiny whispers filling the space between us. Then she cau...