I’m into you, Ranjit

I love you

And totally cool if it’s not mutual.

Just thought you should know, because sometimes, later, it’s reciprocal.

I was certain by mid-third year in coll. I could tell.
Knowing you since school…this was new.
I’d thought, What’s wrong with this kid? Every bell & lunch going up to teachers asking, ‘Is there anything I can do better in this, ma’am? in…’

I’d thought, you had to relax, go out more, hang around often, have some fun, chill. Like the rest of us. You were pretty serious for a kid, Ranjit.

But it paid off I guess. Your studying, your can I do better?

After five years, the rest of em seem unchanged— rusty habits, preserved discomforts, lagging equations with another.

But man, are you bulling these. SO MUCH change in Ranjit from last— how usual you’ve made that for yourself.

This curve you’re on is sexy.

A serious school kid, a lofty first-year, an unruly second-year, a bit of a silly romeo in third year, mysteriously quiet & attractive in fourth year.

Yeah, I liked you a lot in fourth year. You became this sudden laidback kind of guy, cool & undisturbed by the world, running your own schedule, reading, working out, writing. And all of it so quiet. I’d wanted to ask, ‘Ranjit, what‘ve you been upto? You look nice.’ Wasn’t sure how that’d go.

You could be unnerving sometimes you know, saying the sharpest of things. But yeah, you apologized to me. And to a few others too, I heard. I liked that. But you never really said anything to me later. So, I was still unnerved.

And now, with this Daily Riyaaz thing, you seem to be working out your Self again, Ranjit. If you’d wish to know, yes, there are gains I see. Otherwise, I’d never felt safe in writing this to you.

But what did you read? or what happened?

Gratitude, that pious pearl is so deep a swim down Unsexy, Ranjit. You could be named for this new bottom. Yes, it’s courteous to say thanks to people. And one or two, knightly, to a woman. But to run a gratitude spree! What’ll people say!

And gratitude to those you never got along with? Where’s your ego?
Atleast to the extent all people who think they deserve something, have.
It’s the gravity of an ego that gets fans following, Ranjit. Michael Jackson gets paranoid fans. A male Mother Teresa can only get distant admirers. Don’t you want fans?

Thinking?

Already am I setting off change?

You’ll like it by my side. Let’s hang out.

xoxo