Ramblings

The times we shared, grow faint and fade.
The miles between us are all that remain.
And yet, you try.

Days and months and years pass.
As we go on our different paths.
We rarely speak and hardly ever meet.
And yet, you try.

i hang on to your every word, from back when time didn't matter.
And when you're here, i am there again. The only time that matters.

Things are different now, to no-one's surprise.
Denial may make us believe that everything will be the same but you know thats not how it ever is.

You cannot stop change, for better or for worse.
And yet, i try.

Virtue In Dreams

i had a dream last night. Well, technically, i had a dream this morning, but that is neither here nor there. So, in the dream i had just woken up and the house was full of people. Some i identified as my friends from work and some where my friends from school. These people who have never seen each other, where bustling around the house packing. Yes, packing. I was informed that we were going to Gokarna, and we were leaving in 15 minutes. i rubbed the sleep out of my eyes (still in the dream) and mumbled something about having to go to office. Call in sick, i was told, nay, ordered. i am not too sure about this, i responded unconvinced. Then i couldn't find my shoe. One of my friends from school, i think it was Ray, but my recollection of the dream is a little foggy now, told me that my shoe was in Gokarna. So i had to go there to get it. My objection o the trip having been beaten into submission, i half-heartedly readied myself. i went to the old bus where i keep all my stuff and got my back-pack, while the others got in the car. When i got back from the bus, the car had left. With everyone. No, not everyone. Arpan came walking out of the house, dressed for work. Didn't you go to Gokarna with them, i asked him. No, i have to go to work, he said, his lips pursed. i felt sad that i could not go with my friends to Gokarna and i felt safe knowing that i did not risk the consequences of bunking work.

The next morning, that is to say, today, i related my dream to Arpan, who i live with incidentally (in a completely non-romantic/sexual way). We were having breakfast before heading off to work. When i told him how his dream-form had chosen to go to work over a trip to Gokarna, the real-life Arpan said, "Even in dreams i have no virtue."

He is at this moment, in office. Working. Probably, through the night.

Sweet Dreams.