Control

Sit with me at the back seat and hold the bar behind you or maybe my waist like one of those days when parents traveled on a scooter to fairly far areas of Delhi, with a small portion of that kind of conical front seat left for the younger ones, and stay together with me for our ride. We 'll take our questions and answers and thoughts and happenings to wherever till we feel like as we 're full tanked and full willed. And whatever silly we talk about, we 'll go to the very edges and shores but will stay in control. Sixty one minutes of description of a day particularly full of nothing is just as exciting as is listening to it from the other end of the duo of a wired telephone and a cellphone crying for battery. How about we lose control over that energy we're putting in to keep up the silly work and talk inside out; and feel the straightness of that moment and the silence thereafter!?

Its not that Mr. X wishes for silence right now, listening or Miss Y wishes to shut up because her tongue's dehydrated by each second she amazingly utilizes to fire a round of four words, at least. Neither the realization about the whole silly talk session is bothering them. Tomorrow, because of this and not something more sense making, some part of their lives may get affected.

"So be it!"

But the show goes on.. And we would just not lose control!

To be continued..