Somewhere towards End

It's been while since I had posted something. The reason for which is partly unknown and mostly because of the laziness that defines me.There are a lot of people  who really cares about me and a lot more idiots who can give the impression of caring .words can be hurting even when the latter people says it I don't know how, but somehow I am better at finding those idiots. To create the cliche of traditional literature let me say the same in a classical monotonous way. "I have always thought that there are three kinds of people, the people who cares about you, the people who doesn't and finally the third kind, the ones who can make the impression that they cares for  you without actually giving a shit about you. Then I met an another kind, the people whom you can't tell which group they actually fits into.

Today I would like to write about one such friend. I don't even know what kind of friendship I have with her. When I point out my arguments one by one may be you might think of them as silly, and that's when you will begin to understand the true self of my mind. Sometimes it seems that she is more than a friend  may be a best friend, but at times I feel like she is a real bitch. At other times I feel like I am in love with this silly girl.

Before beginning let me warn you, this is not a love story that you think of, and if that's what you are expecting from reading this shit feel free to leave the blog. You have heard stories about people falling in love together, but even for once have you ever thought of  people falling in love alone. If not then I welcome you you to the fucking world of  one sided lovers. People say love is blind, that even a dumb-ass will seem beautiful to the vivid eyes of a lover.But is it that blind enough not to see us roaming behind them, dreaming about them,glancing at them all day,These are the shits that comes in every other stories, not in this one.Though the 'glancing at her stuff' comes here and there without notice, but mostly I am indulged in finding newer ways of teasing her. And yes teasing that's one thing I am very good at or at-least I think I am good at. I don't know why I did that, I kind of enjoyed teasing the hell out of her.The dumb look she had when she doesn't know what to reply, always filled my mind with happiness. No, it's not happiness ,it's something else. A kind of feeling that comes only when she casts this dumbness on her face. Actually more than a dozen times she have told me that she hates me. But till now she hadn't told me the most awaited one. Still here I am wondering like an idiot whether she loves me or not.Truth be told I have thought about this like a million times, trying to draw a mental picture of how her mind works.And like Mumbai gullies leading nowhere, I will end up pondering over the same topic over and over again.