#mga writes

Like people struggle with an after-party hangover, you will have to hustle to finish up the work files piled at the end of the year. Well, thanks to the remote working possibility, we can at least pick the places of work. Roonie and I like to spend time without ever hampering our work lives, yeah this may sound funny, but our beloved ones want the best of us, right?. On weekdays it's hard to find time for us, mainly occupied with work but when we feel like meeting we would just send a single word message the way you communicate with a pager machine, and all it says is, 'work date'. The good thing about modern restaurants and cafes is that you could spend hours just paying bills for a sip of a coffee, in contrast to our traditional hotels where the waiter would stare at you, wanting you to leave the place when you ask for the extra chutney. But, of course, that coffee costs a fortune; no wonder entrepreneurs made a business model out of it, but in the end, convenience matte...

Earth is around 4.5 billion years old, a timescale I simply cannot get my head around, and here we are celebrating the 12,022. Well, that’s the calendar I like to follow. So, anyways, happy New year, folks; we made it here. My new year’s Eve would mostly be ‘ME’, lying on my bed reading Kindle and welcoming the new year by sipping a cool drink. Yeah, it sounds boring, but that’s how it’s been, and I enjoyed every bit of it. So I call it ‘ME’ time. This time my friends from dance class had planned a trip to the nearest resort, and Roonie was going to join the party, so I signed up immediately. What else could make someone happier than welcoming the new year with a particular person beside you? It takes a 2 to 3-hour ride from our place to reach the resort. We counted 20 people, assembled at our dance class and divided them into three cars. Roonie sat next to me in my vehicle. It’s just a day trip. So why are they bringing bags of luggage? I wondered as they loaded tons of luggage on to...

Roonie has been away for a week now, and it is the truest test of time. I woke up excited every day and waited the whole day to see her in dance class, but knowing that she was not around made me desperate. I wish Quantum teleportation were a thing right now so that I could transport to her place in an instant, anyways; thanks to Technology, we were virtually connected all day. We hung out on video call for hours, she showed me her home around, and the waffle showed up wiggling his tail each time I called her, such a naughty messy boy he is. Roonie returned after 14400 minutes. If you are wondering, that’s ten days, well, that is how I counted for her. Nothing beats the feeling of seeing her after a matter of weeks apart, and I’m happy that we’re done with that part of our lives. Everyone loves surprises, and getting one from your special ones is ineffable. Roonie brought the famous Chicken pickle from her home town for me. “How are the pickles?” she texted. “Yes, good, they are sp...

Roonie showed me around her classrooms block, the Laboratories she had to spend hours in and her lunch eating spot. Then, finally, we reached the fest venue, and the auditorium filled with people and they burst out like rain clattering on an empty shed. She excused herself and left to meet her friends. I sat there watching the performances and some random speeches, which I am uninterested in. It was fun but felt irrelevant. I waited desperately for her to return. She came back and brought her friends along, she introduced me to everyone, and she is a charm in making people comfortable around her. She boosted me to her friends, which is overwhelming. I mean, who wouldn’t. We moved to the food section and started to have a random conversation with her friends, honestly, though I felt secluded, topics of interest, you know. “Hey you have put on some weight, and this look didn’t match you much”, one of her friends commented on her. How dare he talk to my girl like that? I would have strai...

It's been three months since we were known as friends, we exchanged our interests and followed each other on socials. They say there is nothing such as static; likewise, she doesn’t seem like a person I could put in my logical bubble of mine. Instead, her soul is a universe of understanding. In our ever-connected world, we often feel isolated, but chatting with her makes my day. Honestly, switching chats between IG and WhatsApp with her is a multiverse way of communicating. The former goes with memes and the latter with stickers. And I must admit, She is damn good at stickers games and made me feel like I'm already old for WhatsApp too. I already ousted myself from using snap, and of course, Tinder too. It is like alien tech used for extraterrestrial communication. That’s what I feel, at least. I usually turn off the notifications for apps but setting a custom ringtone for her chat made me a teenager all over again. I'm sure developers of Android will go haywire if they see...

On our way back to the hospital, the road felt empty with a cool breeze. Vizag roads are exceptional; most of them are filled with uphill and downhill, and it is crazy to think how humans and machines are weirdly similar. Both struggle on the ascent and slide on the descent, but we all cherish moving forward. Roonie said something, turning her head back, but I could only half hear what she said. Her voice was clouded by the wind. So I signalled that I wasn’t able to listen to her. She halted the bike and turned back, and said, “I wanted to shout loud now”. “Are you sure” “Yeah, crystal” “Okay, but please don’t shout ‘help’, else I will be lynched if someone misinterpreted it”. “Haha, don’t worry”. She laid her foot on the ground and stood straight, and shouted her lungs out. The empty road and the surrounding hills reverbed like they were vibing along with this beauty. The third time she did that, we heard a whistle by the security guard, probably startled from his dizzy sleep. We look...

When it's Sunday, I slip back into my book's fictional world; I like to read all day. An excerpt from my current read says.      "Sure. For the majority of people, what they love exists only in the imagination. The object of their love is not the man or woman of reality, but what he or she is like in their imagination. The person, in reality, is just a template used for the creation of this dream lover.      Eventually, they find out the differences between their dream lover and the template. If they can get used to those differences, then they can be together. If not, they split up. It's as simple as that.” That made me slip into thoughts of the fictional woman I met in real life at the dance class. What are you doing right now, Ms.doctor? I wondered in my thoughts. "Bro, I need you to take me to the hospital right now. The kidney stone pain is getting severe", my roommate interrupted, seemingly he was in distress and pain. We immediately reached the hospi...