Tuesday, June 15, 2010

The Searchers

I come home one evening and kicking off my shoes crash in the bed. Another nightout followed by a hard day of work where I had yawned and excused myself every five minutes. I lie with my hands spread at the side staring at the ceiling, too stunned with exhaustion to close my eyes. The mobile buzzes. I fish it out of my pocket and bring it to my face to read the SMS informing me that someone has expressed interest in me. The hand drops and holds the mobile loosely to my chest. After a few minutes, I rise, the mobile slipping away and falling on the floor with a clatter, and lurch towards the laptop.

A beautician from Allahabad, twenty-seven, a turned-away profile with heavy lipstick and sleepy eyes. “i know person who educate, self depend, resposible and support. i like govt. emp. person who located in good city.

I blink at it and reread. My hand lingers on the mouse after declining her interest and moves towards the icon inviting me again to search for my life-partner.

3 comments:

Pankaj said...

kahin ye din dekhne na pad jayen..

Nothing Spectacular said...

its perfectly fine any which way :-) hona hoga to ho jayega, nahi hoga to bhi accha. the key thing is to know what makes one happy and to hell with the rest.
damn! that sounds very preachy, though its not meant to be at all...

itna kaam kyun kar rahe ho aajkal?

均琇均琇 said...

Make yourself necessary to someone...................................................................