There’s something known as ‘bursting the bubble’ and then there is me floating merrily in the bubble, all the while dissecting each moment with the cynical attitude I've developed over the years. Staring out into the world, grasping everything and simply feeling numb. Some times there are things that you’re convinced will just not be a part of your world. Hence, you build yourself to fence all possible outcomes of having this hole in the wall. And then you find a brick to fit it perfectly, and yet, there’s a part of you scrutinizing the wall from every conceivable angle, trying to find a fault with the way things have turned out. Or simply not knowing how to react to this new brick in the wall.

And there I am, watching him intently from across the table, wondering how someone could be this untouched, could smile so much, and never feign it even once. How I could have all of a sudden made someone this happy, and if at all I deserve that adoration I see in his eyes. It's knowing his faults, eccentricities and abilities as well, and being at peace with all, and wondering if I haven’t tossed a priceless friendship for the sake of finding my man in him. It's holding his hand and wondering why it took so long, or simply praying that I'll never have to let go of it.

He’s trying to teach me his art of smiling at all that life throws on your face. Smile Gulz. Smile. Peeping through my falling hair to check if it's a tear I'm hiding. A Tear, when you’re around! I just pray my jaded self stays away and doesn’t let me ever hurt you. Somehow I just cant convince myself that these last few days have been true, there’s a part nagging me telling me that everything’s wrong, scaring me that I'll regret this decision. I've been so messed up… there’s this part of me that I'd just locked up and hidden away…I've been making frail attempts at reviving that part, and hey look here’s you now, I've brought in to wrestle me out from beneath this avalanche of forgotten memories... Good luck my mate.