Is It All about Daisy?

April 19, 2020. Today is daisy’s birthday, thought I should convey my greetings to daisy very early in the morning, though I was almost sure that wouldn’t be possible. You know the reason! Daisy always speak of the promises to be kept and the vows to be repeated and so do I… Though I don’t blurt it out, I too am well aware that I am the integral part of the chain of promises that encircle me every second and makes me go shapeless. Again thought, I would ask daisy to be away from that circle of commitments for a few minutes, so that I can convey my wishes. Plus I can listen to one of those not-so-sweet songs, rather the masculine, deep pitched voice when daisy sings. Nothing being done so far, I feel so depressed and helpless.

I know you might be thinking why is it that I can’t drop a message. Mm mm, no way, that’s a road not be taken, and me, just following the advise of daisy, my senior citizen.Actually, it depresses me. You know, sometimes I want daisy to miss me. It says it does, today at least I wish, it had reduced my quarantine time and I could amuse my daisy. It’s been so long we had an easy, lovely sort of a conversation, but once, just to keep us happy. Lockdown is getting into my nerves, you know…

I had plans for today. I very well remember how I shell-shocked daisy last year with a bunch of surprises. Early morning, as I was returning from the temple procession, I had phoned daisy who was spellbound at my dare move. Having enjoyed that situation, also that I enjoy daisy to be in a fix 😜,I wanted to experiment something different this year, as they were ideas drawn in water, couldn’t be fulfilled. On my day, daisy too had planned to surprise me, but as daisy can’t execute plans well, I won that game of thorns.

Yeah, today, it’s all about daisy…everyone says life is all about surprises, hope it surprises me, someday, somehow. The day is almost on its fall. Wait for another year is to begin from tomorrow, but if it turns out to be meaningless again, what end shall I dream of? When I wind up this junk, without knowing what exactly to write, I keep a watch on the time too, it’s 06. 15 pm, IST, desperately wishing my phone to vibrate. Unfortunately, it don’t…not only today, ever…

Published by rekhashivam

Reading and writing is my passion. Philosophy, gender, Fiction, Mystery,Education, Thriller,I prefer these genres. But I must admit I am not a prolific writer. Just that I want to express and feel myself. Honest comments are heartily welcome.

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