"How can you write about someone on your blog ?"
I'm asnwering in kind with the person sitting next to me. I'll write about that person. Now, what do I write. So many options, so many anecdotes, so many times, and yet i'm lost. She tries to divert the topic. She tries to avoid the topic. Yet, i type. She talks about the tele serial "Lost". And asks me to stop. Yet i type. I'm tempted to defy. To resist. To quote.
She doesnt want me to type her quotes. She doesnt realise how articulate she truly is. She has an immense capacity ...... I wanted to type something, and she distracted me. Its her fault. She wants me to complete that statement, but i'm going for spontaneity here.
She looks cute. Smug smile, tired look, she looks adorable. Now she doesnt know why i'm typing this. She has no idea. She's probably thinking i'm setting her up for something. Now, Am I, I ask her ? Yes, she says.
Now she waits in anticipation. The smile is back. She tries to hide the smile, but it finds its way to the surface. She stops talking to me. This is where my imagination kicks in. She's given up hope. She now knows i'm an incorrigble $%^@. I type this and she smiles. Now i know its true. She nods emphatically. She says this is more than enough. Is it ? I think not. I've the luxury of time and she has a meeting. She has just under an hour and half before the meeting. She's bored of work. This is her break. She consciously tries not to say anything. She is scared i might use it against her. Against her !!!!! How can I ? I merely quote.
I ask her how to finish this post. She says, "I'm not the person writing". Now the onus is on me to think of something. She waits. I wait too. She smiles. She says "not smiles, laughs". Now i know she wants a more accurate representation. This is where i choose to be more articulate.
She has no clue how to close a post. Actually neither do I. So, what do we do. She wants me to save this as a draft and not publish it, but i decide otherwise. She says, I'm the boss. I say, you're my inspiration. She's probably flattered. On some level. If not, i just wasted 15 mins of everybody's time.
She smiles and I think made my point. She doesnt respond, which makes me wonder. She tries hard not to let the expression on her face change. Stoic faced. but, its not working. I'm still considering how to add some closure to this post. She doesnt help me. She awaits. She says something which is too long to type. Nevertheless, it doesnt solve my problem.
I realise i dont need closure.
I'm asnwering in kind with the person sitting next to me. I'll write about that person. Now, what do I write. So many options, so many anecdotes, so many times, and yet i'm lost. She tries to divert the topic. She tries to avoid the topic. Yet, i type. She talks about the tele serial "Lost". And asks me to stop. Yet i type. I'm tempted to defy. To resist. To quote.
She doesnt want me to type her quotes. She doesnt realise how articulate she truly is. She has an immense capacity ...... I wanted to type something, and she distracted me. Its her fault. She wants me to complete that statement, but i'm going for spontaneity here.
She looks cute. Smug smile, tired look, she looks adorable. Now she doesnt know why i'm typing this. She has no idea. She's probably thinking i'm setting her up for something. Now, Am I, I ask her ? Yes, she says.
Now she waits in anticipation. The smile is back. She tries to hide the smile, but it finds its way to the surface. She stops talking to me. This is where my imagination kicks in. She's given up hope. She now knows i'm an incorrigble $%^@. I type this and she smiles. Now i know its true. She nods emphatically. She says this is more than enough. Is it ? I think not. I've the luxury of time and she has a meeting. She has just under an hour and half before the meeting. She's bored of work. This is her break. She consciously tries not to say anything. She is scared i might use it against her. Against her !!!!! How can I ? I merely quote.
I ask her how to finish this post. She says, "I'm not the person writing". Now the onus is on me to think of something. She waits. I wait too. She smiles. She says "not smiles, laughs". Now i know she wants a more accurate representation. This is where i choose to be more articulate.
She has no clue how to close a post. Actually neither do I. So, what do we do. She wants me to save this as a draft and not publish it, but i decide otherwise. She says, I'm the boss. I say, you're my inspiration. She's probably flattered. On some level. If not, i just wasted 15 mins of everybody's time.
She smiles and I think made my point. She doesnt respond, which makes me wonder. She tries hard not to let the expression on her face change. Stoic faced. but, its not working. I'm still considering how to add some closure to this post. She doesnt help me. She awaits. She says something which is too long to type. Nevertheless, it doesnt solve my problem.
I realise i dont need closure.
posted by Sowji at 5:33 AM
1 Comments:
:) ha ha.. so how did your office mates react to this? Boy it takes a spark to light fire.
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