Anatomy of an Epicurean Solitude: III The Valentine

It was 13 August. I got her message in WhatsApp, “I was in Kannur last weekend :p”

“Coming tomorrow”

She comes and goes. Every time she leaves Cannanore she says, “I was in Kannur :p.”  scum! I DON’T KNOW WHY HER T-O-N-G-U-E IS ALWAYS OUT! “:p" is her emblematic smiley. HA HA HA AHAHAHAA.

Well, the story begins thus:

Why is she coming Cannanore again? Is there some function? Some marriage? A number of thoughts took a train in my mind. And I called my mom casually to leak some "vital information", like some marriage or function of family friends or relatives. And that happened! Mom mentioned an engagement of a family friend. (02/10/14, 03:30 PM)

“Jesus! What is happening here? Oooooooo, nooooo!!! Im dead. Or am I dying.” My heart was bursting out like never and seemed like breaking. “O-H-M-Y-G-O-D!-!-! H-O-L-Y- M-O-T-H-E-R- V-E-R-G-I-N- M-A-R-Y- M-O-T-H-E-R- O-F S-W-E-E-T- J-E-S-U-S-!-!-! G-R-E-A-T- M-O-O-N-S- O-F- N-E-P-T-U-N-E-!-!- G-U-A-R-D-I-A-N-S- O-F- H-E-L-L-S- A-N-D- H-E-A-V-E-N-S-!-!-!- W-H-A-T- T-H-E- F-U-C-K- A-N-D- H-E-C-K- I-S- H-A-P-P-E-N-I-N-G- H-E-R-E-?-!-?-!- N-O-O-O-!-!-!- H-O-W- C-O-U-L-D- I- F-O-R-G-E-T- I-T-!-! IT’S  8:00 PM NOW! WHAT SHOULD I DO NOW? WHAT SHOULD I DO? WHAT S-H-O-U-L-D I- D-O-? WHAT SHOULD I- D-O-? W-H-A-T- T-H-E- F-U-C-K-I-N-G- D-A-M-N- S-H-I-T- D-O- I- H-A-V-E- T-O- D-O- N-O-W-W-W-W-W-W-?-?-?-?-?-??” my heart was almost breaking and I could not take the weight of it. F-U-C-K-I-N-G- G-R-A-V-I-T-Y- ! yeah !

“AM I DYING HERE? AT THIS VERY YOUNG AGE? FUCK! I DON’T WANT TO DIE. I STILL HAVE MANY THINGS TO DO. I NEED TO COMPLETE MY BUCKET LIST. I have to do my sky diving, I have to go Himalayas, I need to travel around the globe, I want to do my deep water dive, of course, ....... O No nononononoo… I can’t die for a stupid gal. Yeah, I can’t die.” AND don’t think that I’m going to write about her in this “Anatomy of an Epicurean Solitude” series, no, I’m not interested in it because I- H-A-V-E- O-T-H-E-R- S-T-U-F-F-S- T-O- D-O. I LOVE HER, AND I WILL LOVE HER (huhhhhgrosssssbrrrahhhhh I write like a stupid little cute sassy boooy. OOO god!! Somewhere I write like Keats. See, don’t think about me like that. Sometimes I just let me go like that. no mention please. ). OF COURSE, SHE IS A real STUPID and most BEAUTIFUL BULLSHIT GAL I HAVE EVER MET IN MY LAIF. So what did I do that night? Is that what you are thinking? Hahhaa… well, as soon as I regained my reason and wit, I packed my bag with those things came into my hands. And RAN OUT to the railway station to catch the whatever train is scheduled to leave that night to Cannanore or somewhere near there. 

P.S: I met her.

and she said, "curiosity killed the cat :p"