“I know what you think and what you do and why you do?” She said to me in her calm and compose tone.
And I was scared, skeptical, suspicious, happy and sad at the same time. If someone claims to know me, it’s a declaration of the end of relation for me. Instead of announcing the end of relation, I smiled.
It was just a thought, definitely not a colored one. Do thoughts really have colors? Does anyone really care about the colors of thought? For me, colors of the thoughts hardly mattered, as long as they are just thoughts with no shades of reality.
I was watching the repeat telecast of interview of Mr. Amitabh Bachan for the movie Shamitabh. During the discussion to Mr. Arnab Goswami, he said one thing and it seriously had a big impact on my thought.
I am trying to write something, but I don’t have a story or a thought. I am thinking hard but I don’t find anything tempting enough to convert it into a story. I am meeting people; I am trying to find a clue in their personal lives; I am looking at nature, everywhere, but No, nothing is interesting enough to take away my precious time.
My cell beeped. I looked at it and saw her message saying “Hi, can we talk?”
I kept looking at the cell for sometime. I didn’t know what expression I had in my face at that time. So I turned and looked at the mirror. The image in the mirror was smiling. Yes, the devil inside me was up and smiling.