One friday evening at Le bouveret during my short stay there, closer to the room heater, trying to keep my bones from freezing. It was colder than usual, snow was expected any day. I had just come in and my ears were still red from the cold wind outside, and aching.
A big mug of hot coffee; sinfully strong and a cigarette. I knew; it was going to be another long, lonely weekend. I just wanted to get back to the desert. I had more friends there.
Through the foggy window I saw the couples walking into the pub downstairs. One couple was still fighting. The girl wanted to go in. Ofcourse she wanted to, it was warm and cosy in there! The guy seemed to have other plans. He had a few friends waiting for him around the corner; he kept glancing back . I went back to my coffee, and a funny lil thought crossed my mind..
One of those funny things, yes, just one of those funny things about men is that they really want to get close , real close to some one who would give them their space!
Hmmm, close enough to some one who would leave them free, leave them alone when ever thay want. The opposite sexes can't be anymore opposite. They are so far away from each other but just cant keep away from each other. Just can't stop complaining but just can't get enough of eachother. Just dont get along, just can't stop thinking of each other...
This is the perfect dilemma in the world that makes it go round. Should we just leave it like that? Could u change it if u wanted to ?..as if we could just get up and do something like you would change a channel, flip a switch..?! wish it was so easy.
Or may be it's supposed to be like this..in all its vague ambience, amidst all the chaos & confusion..
But...here's something some one said...
Relationships, of all kinds, are like sand held in your hand. Held loosely, with an open hand, the sand remains where it is. The minute you close your hand and squeeze tightly to hold on, the sand trickles through your fingers. You may hold on to some of it, but most will be spilled. A relationship is like that. Held loosely, with respect and freedom for the other person, it is likely to remain intact. But hold too tightly, too possessively, and the relationship slips away and is lost.
I looked down again,. The girl had let go of his shirt sleeves. His friends weren't around. The street was almost empty. The guy was smiling. And now, they were about to kiss. I couldn't look away.
Alright, I have my coffee anyways..
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