He did not reply to my msg..
can u imagine?

If he did.. it would be perfunctory..
it would end with that..
what do i expect?
a movie?
life does not have a screenplay writer who is satiating his pains
who is fulfilling his fantasies.

There r just all of us selfish people..
wanting to be loved..
no sorry
wanting attention..
like the kind we had in childhood
when we were new.. and cute..
yet unspoilt by time
clean

you cannot stay new all the time.
who will value us then..
old blue jeans are comfy enough..
but u don't care if u rip them
or if they get lost.

"I loved them.. they were so comfy.. but they were so old.. give them to Shanti's son."

"Are u mad? They r too old to give to anybody. We can cut them up and use them as dusters."

Good idea.

We become dusters..
before we become dust.