Sunday, August 30, 2009

Swimming Part I

M : I'm sure you're finding this a litlle funny aren't you?

V : Funny would definitely not be the word I'd like to use.

M : Odd?

V : Nah, Definitely not odd.

M : Different then? New? Fresh?

V : Yes, somewhere there. Fresh actually. It's the sort of word i wouldn't like to associate with the current scenario. Its like picking up a really good looking pebble from a river adn taking it back home. Three days down when you take it out of your bag to keep it on your desk because its going to make a nice paperweight to occupy space on your empty desk, you realise the underside actually has moss growing there. It's like how you would feel then. The moss i mean.

M : It's definitely not that dirty.

V : You think moss is dirty? Its so beautifully green and velvety. Those are two adjectives that might anything sound beautiful and nice to have. But then again everyone is repelled by moss right? Thats what i meant.

M : Soda?

V : See, that's exactly what i meant. Soda.

M : What's wrong with soda?

V : Nothings wrong with it. You are going to offer me a glass of coke and you asked me whether i wanted soda. I could get lost in here you know.

M: Uhun. Diet or Zero?

V: Ha ha.

M : Yes, now you can stop.

V : Ihave never stopped at signals you know? I've never felt like obeying rules and norms. Now I'm this righteous prude.

M : Are you wondering how this happened to you?

V : No, I'm just wondering why.

M : And?

V : And what?

M: Why did this happen?

V : Ah, I'm still searching for the answer to that.

M : It can't be all that bad, can it?

V : Maybe. It definitely is not all that bad. I'll fit in soon enough and accept it soon, but for now, I'm still pushing myself to it.

M : Beneath all that, you just like it don't you?

V : Yes, very much. I like.

M : Right, you'll start liking dogs too soon.

V : Oh yes, I'm waiting for that day. At least i can get myself to keep a dog for company then. I don't have to go around looking for it.

M : What do you mean looking for it?

V : Yes, I'm a love-slut. Aren't you one?

M : What?

V : Yes. I want someone to love me. More aptly, I want to always feel like I'm being loved. Lots of folks do. They would go miles to get there.

M : Somehow i wish i never had first thought i had met you.

V : Where did that come from?

M : So you are saying that I am your love toy, right?

V : You shouldn't be so harsh on yourself.

M : So thats what it is right?

V : Ok, let me put it this way. You know that you were one of your parents' love toys don't you?

M : How dare you?

V : You don't agree?

M : Fuck no.

V : Then you didn't know. Fine..

M : I didn't know what?

V : That you were one of your parents' love toys, thats what.

M : What the..?

V : Yes, even i found it hard to digest.

M : What will it take to shut you up?

V : Lots of sex.

M : You think you're going to get me into bed that way? Is that how you do it?

V : Hmm..

M : You think your parents gave birth to you and brought you up so that they can feel loved?

V : Exactly, and they married each other only for that reason. And every human has a friend, pet, wife, kid, parents etc. for that very same reason.

M : I'm going to throw you out of my place.

V : Every human likes being loved. And once you've been loved, you want to feel that always. It's like an addiction. It's hard to live without it. That makes us dependent on it. Very. And we whore around for exactly that sensation.

M : Your way of speaking can be obnoxious. You realize that don't you?

V : Thats probably because i think that way.

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