it is always same

i met her in this 'f' generation. So, unassumingly our first interactions were on the internet. there is always an initial romance. she'd like my comment, my post, and i'd like her. this signal-signal goes on for a good measure. re-visiting those pages again, i wonder, were my posts, comments, and all that crap worth a 'like', but who cares!

those few signals lead to 'subscribe' to updates and then 'add as a friend'. that leads to sharing number and then mobile operators make money.

so, we meet at a local cafe often on off days and sometimes just like that. 

so here at the local cafe as i write this post, i wait for her. 

so today we may still talk the same thing. she doesnt remember what she says, and she often repeats what she narrated in our last meet or even before. i don't want to act intelligent and say 'yaaa, you told me'. i simply care to be there. 

she is tough and mighty hearted. her stories are as beautiful as she is. her pure spirit is growing all over me. her giggles and sniffs too are rhythmic as her music is. its a privilege, it really is!

our conversations would go on and on about her work, and how she worked well and sometimes terrible with her team mates. how her manager praises her and offers her support. she sits and talks about her art. she talks and admires her seniors  who stayed true to their art and pursue it with pure spirit. 

i listen, and dont want to speak. for my words may break her chain of thoughts, for i may lead her to miss her pearl, i love being her silent testimony, always.

we stay up late till night. she's a dreamer, she says she needs to rest and sleep, and tells me 'kanno, i get these beautiful dreams in my sleeep, which i'll tell you someday, i should go now', i hesitantly say 'yes, yes you must go' and say silently, 'i'll wake up from my dream now'.