Wishful Thinking.

What in the world do you say when your dad tells you that he knows you and that you really need to get a girlfriend. How pathetic do you have to be for your dad to tell you that you need to get laid. Its not out of the blue that he made this remark. Getting busted with a pudi of weed aint my idea of any father- son bonding or a cosy chat for that matter. The monsoon always puts me in this mood of melancholic nostalgia. Something about the rain and that particular shade of blue-grey sky that makes me wish i could take back the the past two years. Press rewind on some futuristic remote just to see people scurring backwards in suspended animation. Or not just. Is it so hard to admit to myself that i miss Suvi. I dont really have to try at all to recall that faint aroma of cinnamon that always lingered around her. Women like her, the gorgeous goddess kind would rarely give me the time of the day, let alone the time of my life. In addition to to loosing the most incredible lover ive had, i lost my bestest friend. How can time be so callous, that by the passage of which some things change forever and others not at all.