So what if I had dreamt of this long weekend since the start of the year & had an obvious choice for my getaway. The subset of people I wanted to go with was also decided, less one or two. So what if they had other things on their mind? People kept changing, the weekend drew nearer, with the only constant, THE GOA. Then it all came crashing down, with an innocent peek at their planning. And yes...someone wanted to surprise me there, so what IF I WAS THERE OR NOT!!! I did end up being surprised, in either case. Ek invite toh banta tha, but A nonchalant shrug, A bickering later, we were past it. Or so I thought. I ended up packing my bags to Delhi, mere coincidence that it was HE only who got me through, or was he sealing his fate with me?? Someone had once told me- I am a bubble that goes boom at a prick of a pin. And I did blow up, in words of his, AGAIN. So after much tears, much hurt, and much longing...Life moves on. An unfinished affair to deal with, but it never stops to amaze me, how I end up being in the midst of this all.
Musing of the day- Mention Goa & my relationships go berserk. So, what is Goa- just an innocent convicted, or the bitch who creeps up behind my back, on my close ones? And if I know this, and still let it happen, does that make me a fool?
