She wonders if he still remembers...

Fresh out of a heart break, she wonders...
Where did they go wrong...
A beautiful love gone awry ...
Just because of what?
She wonders!!!
She wonders , if he remembers her ...
Or has he found another?
Did he leave her for another?
Why did he use her?
What did he get out of all this?
The heartbreak...
The consequence ...
Anger...
What benefits were there?
None ...
At least, none for her...
She lost everything ...
Trying to please him...
He was just a user ...
A sore loser.

Pillion of a Harley Davidson...

When you become a pillion rider...
Not of just any bike ...
But,
Of a Harley Rider...
The feeling is awesome...
The experience is ...
Out of the World ...
When the Harley Davidson owner ...
Is a kick-ass dude.

When you go pillion...
On a Harley Davidson...
The wind blowing kisses on your greys...
The scarf holding tight to your bobbing head...
On an Indian road...
The tattooed man your companion...
You, the pillion...
Enjoying the perks of a strong hand ...
A strong mind ...
Coursing you to your destination.

When you go pillion on a Harley Davidson...
You are on top of the World...
The wind beneath your wings...
A smile pasted on your lips.

An experience to remember...
A ride worth a billion mentions...
A dream come true!
When she went pillion on a Harley Davidson!! #GoFigure

She hates herself...

Damn!
She hates herself!

Life is a BITCH!

Yeah!
Life is a BITCH!!

WHAT ONE WANTS TO RUN AWAY FROM ...
DOESN'T HAPPEN!

ALL THAT HAPPENS IS ONE BIG MISTAKE... ONE REGRETS! ...

Fuck the memories!!

Oh Damn! Oh Damn! Oh Damn!

Of all the billion people on Earth,
Her match ...
Is her own Doctor!
Oh Damn !
How is it possible?
How's it possible that a wedding app...
An app that knows nothing about two different people...
Match them up ?

Eerie ... Pretty eerie ...
How does it know...
She has a crush on him?
She stopped visiting him...
Because she felt drawn to him...
And, now ...
Out of the blue...
It appears that...
He is the right match made in heaven for her.

Ouch! That hurts, indeed it hurts !

No ways, it's just not right...
Doesn't seem right at all...
None yet to step into the shoes lying vacant ...
Occupancy at the cost of what?

She's not made for just anybody...
It takes a billion lives ...
To justifiably make one of her kind ...
#GoFigure ...
Joke with her about it ...
You may stand a chance ...
Else, walk your walk ...
The highway is nearby.

Oh Damn! Oh Damn! Oh Damn!

A woman is never untrue!

A woman works from her heart...
Into all her relationships...
All her dealings...
It's the men who wear their hearts on their sleeves...
They have their brains between their legs.

A woman doesn't cheat...
If she seeks justice...
Know it...
In this country...
It is hard to come out ...
For a woman...
About her relationship...
For she will be labeled...
A man just goes about his routine each day ...
Even after committing a heinous Crime...
For he's the most eligible bachelor in town ...
As he calls himself.

These so called...
People that make up our society...
Disown a woman for being truthful...
A man who uses women...
Is referred to as a saint...
No one sees him committing the crime...
He walks away Scot free...
The Woman gets labelled...
If she seeks justice...
She is trolled and shamed...
What kind of society do we live in?
This is not right ...
And, the right kind of woman...
Will fight till the end.

A woman never lies about herself...
Not in public...
She goes public only when...
She's wronged...
A woman is never untrue!

The Lunch Hour...

It's the most difficult time of the day...
The Lunch Hour.
She remembers sitting by his side...
At his office...
In the conference room...
Sharing his lunch...
They would eat in a comfortable silence...
With her polishing off ...
The homemade pickle always.
The love and care with which he would break off...
Extra pieces of bread(roti) ...
And place on her plate...
Sacrificing his food for her...
Her insatiable hunger for home cooked food.
She would help him finish...
His fruits...
Those small moments were big moments...
She lives in those moments...
She seems to be lost ...
Completely a goner ...
She knows not what she's doing today ...
She lives in those moments...
That defined ...
Moments that cemented ...
Her feelings for him.

The Lunch Hour was one such moment.

His voice

She craves to hear his voice each day now ...
She waits for him to send an audio...
She dies to hear his words of wisdom...
His Nos ...
The irritation in his voice...
When she eats junk ...
The positive encouragement he gives...
She waits for those words.

There was a time...
She was reluctant to meet him...
Now she counts days, hours, minutes and seconds ...
Just to be seated in front of him...
Speaking non stop...
Not giving him a chance to speak ...
And taking it all out...
To her hearts content...
She's in love ...
Yet again...
Mustn't she be wary?

It must be love ...
For the way she melts on seeing him...
His voice gives her the goosebumps...
She is totally floored...
Enamored by his persona...
She's never met a Doctor like him.