i hate him...

a lonely afternoon always flows into a depressing evening which gradually leads into a sleepless nights with compartmentalized thoughts from youth to disaster...i don't know how a memory is defined...are they always good or sometimes bad as well..i define memories as the good ones & the bad one as nightmare...!!as the night falls with its grave silence i start missing those days when there were no worries no tensions..when i used to play & imagine Utopian things which never occurred..i grew up..came out of those days where imagination overpowered truth..& as we all know..truth is stranger than fiction..my world of imagination much influenced by the books started breaking..even though i grew up but some where in the corner of my heart that little kid stayed dormant which sometimes leap up in joy on special occasions...
with innumerable mistakes in life i came across a person who was simple unlike one i thought homo sapiens were..he can say everything without a worry in mind..he can say bad things on face & again love you if you are angry..
i have thousand of reasons to hate him..he is bad..he sometimes make me cry..cry because he says things that make me happy..he has put forth a hand of support which might be not be easy to grip but once done will be hard to leave..he is a man of small but deep dreams..he at times hits hard on you with the truths that you have been running away from for long...i hate him when he tries to dump all the mistakes on my shoulder in a simple way..i hate him when he tries to be sarcastic n justifies it by saying that they are simple words...i hate him when he calls the at 5:30 in the morning...i hate him when he tries to call by the clock...i hate him when he says health is wealth...i hate him when he is kiddish n then suddenly he turns matured...i hate him when he praises my work..i hate him all the more when tears roll down my eyes when i write that i hate coz these are the reasons why i love him...
that little kid which is hiding somewhere in the corner of the heart wants to say something...but the young woman within me is stopping her every time..
i would quickly give the young woman a glass of beer to let her allow the kid within me to say I LOVE YOU....