South Bound

I awoke with a start in the wee hours of the morning - today was going to be another one of 'those' days and she was at it yet again; attention seeking as always - sending me a reminder despite her absence. She made me feel 'me' and every morning spent with her would ensure that the day ahead would end up being nothing less than perfect.

She was made of elements that popular romantic novels described time and again in their lead female protagonists - Bubbly, dreamy, full of life and always armed with a zing that had in it a mystic aura which I believe to be potent enough to reform a maniacal serial killer from his errant ways. I had met her as a teenager and had instantly taken a liking to her. Each morning spent with her was magical - her company and her energy grew on me like no other and very soon falling for her seemed inevitable; like it was the easiest thing I had done till date.  

 

The past few days had not been good for the both of us - we hadn't been spending our mornings together the way we had done till then. I was starting off at a new position at work with which came new responsibilities and changes thereby. It was precisely these changes that came in the way of our togetherness, we had begun bickering and quarreling but it was different this time - the fighting actually made me feel better about myself.

The relationship slowly but steadily and surely began to sour, which meant that we saw eye to eye lesser,  began avoiding confrontation and let the distance and with it walls the height of The Great Wall of China grow between us. It began to seem as if what was earlier treasured and protected was now going South.    

The permanency in the feeling of crankiness, irritability, loss of concentration in daily work and snapping at random people for no perceivable fault of theirs had slowly crept into my life. This was certainly not what I wanted to spill into my life from our relationship or rather the souring consequences of it. I was exhibiting copybook withdrawal signs of a relationship gone kaput and it was only practical that I realized it before I strung on pointlessly for too long and hurt myself even more in the process.

I reckoned it was better to do it in a quick rapid motion like pulling a bandage off your bruised skin and it was the only logical way forward before I ended up more battered than I already was. With a heavy heart I looked at her with the impending anticipation of our separation and said - I will have you no more - COFFEE, We're through.

Here's a pic of her for old time's sake

 

PS: I know this is downright lunacy at its absolute peak but I`m in Caffeine De-addiction withdrawal - something had to give, right?