Blah! :D

I can't sleep at night.

Neither day.

Progressive insomnia. =P

I can become a radio jockey.

The night one.

Who plays requests of owls and romantic souls.

I will be the one who'll solve the problems of broken hearts (dardbhari dastaan) of the caller's friend. :-P

(So lucky he is to have such a caring friend)

I'd play a bhojpuri song at 2 am if I'm bored.

Or a russian one. No one'd care.

There will be a special section for lame jokes.

Yes, i know you all are giving me those dirty looks.

But i can't see. So, Ha ha.

Friends who send chocolates will get special attention for requests.

;D

Rj Aisha on 143 fm.

Wheee! :D

Listen to my show ok?

P.s. No, i don't have multiple personality disorder.

P.p.s.: No radio jockeys were harmed while writing this note. =P

Life's A Stage. . .

I'm a mime artist. 

Life's my stage.

You, are the audience. 

I'm a mime artist.

I can make people smile, cry, laugh out loud..

All without saying a word. 

I'm a mime artist.

A made up life for everyone else's entertainment.

White face, red lips. A mask.

I'm a mime artist.

One day, it will rain.

All the masks will be washed away..

All the memories hidden behind will come forth..

The tears won't be seen.

I'll always be a mime artist.

I love being one. =)

Can't let it go. . .

..__Long silence..

"Umm. .  Okay then, bye! :)"

"Yeah, will text you, bye, take care! :)"

Click.

Call duration: 8 mins.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

She opened one of the many audio files and plugged in her earphones.

She drifted off to sleep an hour later,

 their conversations always made her happy.

It had all changed, nothing could be done. . .