Sometimes all it takes is a sip to get intoxicated; sometimes all it takes is a moment to push you over the edge. Sometimes all it takes is a day to get cleaned up and sometimes all it takes is a tear to drown you. Sometimes reason isn’t enough to pull you through, sometimes you can’t find meaning in anything that takes place. Sometimes there isn’t a reason behind everything. Sometimes the reason is best left unsaid. Sometimes the words just flow; sometimes they just come to the mind and get lost in your blood. Sometimes the water trickles down, and sometimes it dries you up from inside. Sometimes you feel the loneliest amidst a crowd and saddest when you laugh. Sometimes it pays when you look beyond those eyes and delve into them just to see whether they really blink or not. Sometimes it feels good just to stare at the wall and feel as if you have found the best listener ever. Sometimes talking to God is just so easy because he doesn’t talk back and neither does he give advice, he just listens and hears me out.

There isn’t always the right moment or the right thing to say. Sometimes the words just flow, the tears just pour, the heart just stops, the dreams just break. Sometimes love isn’t enough, even lots of it and sometimes the hurt and the tears aren’t enough, even lots of it. Sometimes you just have to wait till the end for it all to be over. Sometimes all it takes is that first step for it all to end.

There isn’t always a reason why things are the way they are. There isn’t always someone to blame. There always isn’t a shoulder to rest on. Sometimes even the closest of friends just let you down and strangers lead you home. Sometimes all it takes is a song, a poem, a lifetime to move on. Sometimes all it takes is the truth.

*sigh*

I had the most magical evening yesterday. It was a moment straight out of the movies.

I had gone to the club wit ma to grab an early dinner. And there he was. Cute boy with slight curly hair, fuck awesome jaw line and a hell of a Brit accent. He was sitting at a table opposite ours with his grandparents. And the funniest thing happened. Every time I looked up to look at him, I would see him looking at me. So there we were both of us trying to have a nice family time with mom, and grandparents respectively and stealing glances at each other. I have never had such an experience. I swear there were sparks. Well not exactly sparks but u know it was a kind moment – the moment when u are trying to light the phulhjahri with the candle and you’re holding it to the flame. Initially there are slight sparks and it’s just about to start sparkling when the flame dies down. It was a moment like that. There would have been fireworks :P

He was so cute, and I don’t believe he was looking at me also. Every time I looked up to look at him I would find him looking at me and then we would both look away to again steal glances at each other after 5 minutes. But then every magical moment comes to an end and so did this. He went his way and I went mine. I don’t know his name, where he’s from and I don’t think he’s from here. But he was cute and well dressed and well spoken and with his grandparents. How often do you come across some one like that, and that too looking at you?

Anyway it was a nice moment, a nice evening and made for some nice daydreaming. I swear if I had been with my friends, this story would have had a different end :P