Malvika's Ramblings

Smelly Solace

Sister cries over misunderstanding among friends. With a red nose and quivering chin. Aww.. so cute. Like back to school. I hug her, still smelling of a long grassy, rainy jog. If I were her, I’d turn me away. Send me stumbling backwards over an imaginary table-lamp in slo mo. Krrashh.

Anyway, so there she is. Figuring out life. Maybe still giving new year diaries to teachers. Just that there are no teachers in life anymore. Just movies and shayari that to lend some wisdom, in case you care to catch it. The last that stuck is from the movie Zindagi na Milegi Dobara. Something to the effect that you know you’re Zinda when Aankhon mein hain Haeraaniyaan and Dil mein hain Betaabiyaan.

Muahhh to all crying sisters over the world, to sniffling mice and kids who didn’t get their muffin with rainbow sprinkles. To all kids who didn’t get the dog they so badly wanted because moms won’t potty train it and Dad won’t take it for a walk.

Now just pray she never reads this.