TheScientificTriangle

“Well, then I suppose I am not the right one to help you. Trust me I know him, he is a good guy and he is looking for a good girl.”

“And what am I?” Silence spoke a storm was coming.

“See I cant fight with her.”

“Okay then at least be my friend, don’t talk to her.”

“But….” I hesitate…

“Your word, no butts and no breasts.” She held her chin high in the air.

“Okay.” I shut the door behind and left.

“What did I say…God…..?”

Right there aunt meets me….

“Did you find a guy I heard….Finally?”

“Who told you?” I was confused.

“I have sources.” Her eyes and eyebrows danced as did her shoulders and her warm huge bosom.

“The only guy who crosses my life, I found him.” I uttered.

“So, then….nothing…..you are a dumbo…darlingggg.” Her thick webbed hand all stuffed with chubby fat looking more like a cub paw 🐾 than a hand touched my chin, nose, cheeks were pressed hard, shoulders went haywire. Well that’s how she was used to showing love.

“I am waiting, after all he should respond. If he doesn’t then also fine.”

“Then make him.” She winked above her spectacle.

“See, I can’t do all that. This is a simple equation. One year, two year or three. He takes his time. I stay my way. I am not good at all this. All these years, I was not. I never even like anyone. Now I love him but that’s all I can do.”

“Okay if it’s real he will come child. I would pray for you. Or else, darling you are such a wonderful child Christ send us. You have your sea, your adventures and of course your monastery.” She suddenly grew so calm as the rice and held my hand tight like my mother.

“Okay, here you go child. Since, we all know he is the only one….we pray and we stay.”

One day almost a fortnight later, Roli calls, and then she hand it over to the sister and I am not supposed to talk to her.

But I break my promise, I talk to her.

“The tale you heard. What a filthy girl yay aha yay. Now do me a favour, don’t talk to her.”

“What? You are 37 and she is my friend. Let’s behave like adults.”

“Seriously, you don’t or you don’t talk to both of us.”

“Both?”

“Yes, Roli is not talking to you.”

The numbers increased on both sides and I battled both ends.”

It’s two months now and we talk to no one.

Meanwhile it’s one year I met this guy this month.

I look at the numbers in my phone helplessly.

“It is said if all women rule countries then the worst that can happen is one country would speak to no other country.”

I quit a job to do more. Still fifteen more days my life continues to hang in the battle of women waged by women. Helpless, clueless, I am planning a trip away from all of these confusions. I am not good at love. If he wishes, he finds me or else I have my hectic life to handle. My friends would surely not talk for a year and then one day there will a secret party planned, all will come….shed tears and become one.

And as I wait for the next fight which might very well be about some of my friends husbands and children….at 40 I guess after two to three years of peace.

I would come back on this in a long while with an unknown fate of my own, only to promise that I would surely keep you updated.

So, it goes this way, that next day, I did not turn up. Honestly, I was scared of repetitive talks and emotions.

But, after a month, I landed up in Sheena’s place.

Oodles of tears flew from both our eyes.

Then came the dreaded part.

“Sorry, you had a break up again.”

Quite unexpectedly, she replied.

“I have four in my kitty, you have none. So you should be sorry I guess.”

“Sorry, okay but at least I am waiting for the right one or perhaps I got the right one.”

“So what do you do with him? Nothing I guess.” She rolled her eyes.

“Yes, nothing coz I feel love not lust.” I was trying to defend myself well, all fists closed and voice raised.

“Fine, whatever you do with him. Did you say you met him almost a year now?”

“Yeah. Yes.” I screwed my eyes 👀.”

“I hate his sister forever. She is the culprit.” She clenched her fist, gritted her teeth.

I found an escape from my obviously widely acknowledged lack of so called healthy love life.

“You need it.

“It’s healthy.

Well aww sweetie baby, but howww longgg?

Where is he?

Catch him.

Stick him to the chair.

Tie him down.

Hold him tight.

He who must not escape.”

Advises from my broadly classified so called old aged aunts and cousins. Their wrinkles may anytime touch their feet and still they craved wildly and madly, with their husbands beside them who bowed their heads as though all these years had taught them the beautiful art of being newly weds. Chins down, eyes low, blushing faces, ravaging souls and burning bodies (well, funny).

I took the escape route shoving away all these line of thoughts which were arranging themselves in queues lest they needed to burst out popping out of my head one after the other like bullets from an AK 47 or the more advanced ones, (you can imagine any name in your head).

“Ohh, really?” Adding butter that too Shea butter to the fire 🔥 I exclaimed in surprise, disguised as her compassionate friend.

“Yes, and I am seeking revenge. I will soon find out a way and you need to help me.”

That was a glitche.

All clouds formed in my brain 🧠 in which was written these,

“Last time you 💭 helped her, she was not even dating this guy. She had just send him some messages and he had said no. This time make sure it is not that stupid, it’s not right.”

💭 “The guys also should have freedom, what is this attitude. Sheena Ohh 😲 God I hate her.”

“Who is his sister, by the way?”

“Aanya Lawrence, who else?”

“You mean our ANI?” I got sucked within the pillow kept on her 🛌 bed as I shrunk to its size from all dimensions.

I caught my head and tried adjusting my hand 🤚 between my specs and my newly washed unruffled hairs arranged in a blob. My eyes moved from one end to the other like a pendulum.

“You leave. I know she is a good friend like I am and like many others. Do one thing, you better open a friend home like an old age home and make us all stay there. I can then take revenge so easily.” Her face was making different angles and her hand and voice was going wild 😜. I tried following all of the postures but I failed to keep up with all three kinds of pace.

To be continued…

Women end up in atrocities to objects, animals and humans in a typical manner, I found it out in one of those, “Ohh so opportune moments.”

Lingering within me for days now was a small, negligible desire when compared to the vast universe of desires.

It was as simple and as humble, as it could be…

“I want to meet Sheena.😩 Long time, time no see…out of sight but not out of mind, of course.

Now, Joseph Moreno, her father greets me one day while jogging in the park, both trying to loose our Ohh! So voluptuous structures. He had a reason called diabetes and hypertension and I had a reason called Beauty consciousness. Precisely standing at the age of 35 an unwed woman, looking like a jelly bean was something I adamantly opposed and on a fine day, leaving behind the attachment I had obnoxiously developed towards the jellybean structure, I travelled faster than the escape velocity (11.2 km/second) only to land up aside Dr. Moreno.

“Ohh hi girl, how are you doing my child..You have grown so….”

“Yes uncle, hence I stand beside you.” I lamely answered.

Well, quite obvious it seemed to me how much I have changed myself over the years or perhaps life changed me. Well, actually I can’t say who changed who? The result matters at the end of the day, not efforts after all, these days, I must say.

After a lot of sitting on the nearby wooden bench in different postures, we decided it was time to leave the golden olden days behind and to move forward.

Staring at the watch we noted there was no time to do exercise, the gates were closing, only to open the next day.

We had to run behind the watchmen so that I was not left out alone in the park, stuck with an old uncle who was almost my father.

Imagine the severity of such loneliness…Ten years on a row, two people father daughter alike, bad memories to share, loads of tears, various aunts whom he dated and now took pride in his meagre memories of those ladies who now walked aside barely recognising him, with sagging breasts and a high end pony tail with daughters and sons running around them like postcards and cellphones run around important officials, fat unmeasured and thick, with jowls that dragged their eyes down, for topics of discussion leaving apart current affairs and hateful marriage and dating proposals, it seemed scary as I imagined all this while I ran to the gate. At one point, I overtook him in this state of mind, shuddering deep within at the very thought of being stuck.

Finally we bailed ourselves out of the gate and a few hard words gifted along by the watchmen with some bare advices on how to be not late to go out of the gates.

“Why don’t you come home, Sheena is sad, her fourth break up. Even I was hopeful about the guy this time. But, your generation to hell with.”

To be contd.

Good evening,

Courtesy: all images have arrive from Pinterest.

Certainly afterthoughts arise when we read such things. Here are some funny and not so funny combinations.

1) these little tweeties are true, all of them.

How do I know?..self experimental views.

Afterthoughts: Really? Wild 😜 hopes or lollipops 🍭….?. If they do when I need them the most I would be utterly grateful…specially when death arrives in all forms…to know death has arrived and, to recognise it, to walk past it sometimes courage is less enough and then we need some hands.

Afterthoughts: truth

Afterthoughts: I have done it seven times….all the times, it was because I wanted to die and run away. Each time I was renewed and send back. But this works insanely. I could not bear 🐻 the madness the world has to offer.

Afterthoughts: Well weeping willows I have seen many.

I feel “if you can’t tackle so many demons and they trespass every time why even keep them…maddening illogically right people……crybabies 😰😥☠️💀harassing others and their 👼 angels🤒🤕🤧🤯😣…if I choose wrong then why am I treated differently?

Afterthoughts: follow it, my mind says.

Afterthoughts: Ohh 😮 😲 and I am wounded so many times by others, worse b’coz they run behind me to ruin me….. then please be kind enough to accept one or two of mine as a token of love….ever forgiving love.

Afterthoughts: well, I wonder who gives people the rights to judge me from the little they know about me….so now the court is all mine and the judges too…so I judge unequivocally. Well, even I am every time choosing good then why not they? Well, I suppose I am proud, insolent and of course, overthinking and they are too kind to be humbly wearing my disposition and displeasure.

Afterthoughts: Seriously !!!!!

I truly wish this is true for weak I am.

Wish all a happy Friday…..

The world is trying friendliness now, to become his friends to reach to his power and to know his real power.

He is a boy pure at heart and unravel how his life turns.

Note- I was trying sketching on iPad and it might take me some time to pick it up. Thus, requesting you to bear with my unevenness.

This is a piece I just began, Hope you like it

Well, Epsilon is now busy with school and learning, however his under side and upper side world are slowly regaining activity. They go down for someday and then work some other days.

Something is happening slowly forming his struggling destiny, till he grows up.

He is learning quickly,grasping knowledge like food.