Monologue by Rahul-
It’s been long since I’ve stopped missing her. I don’t miss her when I’m drunk, I don’t miss her when I’m in my senses, I don’t miss her when I’m smoking and inching towards a dead end and I don’t miss her when I’m sitting and waiting for the time when I can light up another smoke. I don’t miss her even when I’m thinking about her. I simply don’t miss that girl with black innocent eyes, a totally different gait from the rest, a deadly laughter that could compete with the most appalling laughs you would have ever come across, a kurti or a round neck tee shirt covering every inch of the flesh, what gives me enough reasons to miss her? I can’t remember a single convincing reason.
Although every single thing that mattered to me be it my dinner, my lunch, my smoke, my beer, my recharge coupons, my going to the gym, my avoiding the gym, in some way had something to do with that girl. When she smiled, I smiled…when she cried, although I didn’t cry but yeah I did feel the pain but still I don’t miss her now! I mean, why should I? Why should a boy like me miss a girl who did nothing but evolved a different new personality of me? Why should a boy like me miss her who did nothing but inspired me every time I was on a low, who laughed at my jokes, who sang songs for me? Why should I miss her?
And now when the much anticipated inevitable end is approaching, I would like to say just one thing- I DON’T MISS YOU BABY!
