Of Hate
Ali: i brought an anthology of short stories called birthday stories
me: oh nice
Ali: yeah its very good different authors but none of them are happy 
my first pay nah
me: hmmm
oh congrats
Ali: how was your day sweetheart?
me: Nothing great actually
i was quite morose today
Ali: Why? What happened?
me: I don’t know.
Ali: This is a convenient answer.
me: I really don’t know.
http://imagine.blogintro.com/641/confessions-of-a-hate-filled-mind
Ali: Oh. who are you talking about?
me: Don’t know.
Ali: i thought i couldnt hate a while back
but sometimes
there are moments where there are flashes of intense anger and hatred
me: hmm
Ali: yet intertwined with the most aching of feelings
me: yes i know how that feels. it’s the same with me
Ali: its like making somebody three dimensional
Ali: yet they were and probably are extremely one dimensional
me: And slowly they become part of a nothingness
Ali: its good to vent it out
me: yes i know
sometimes i do vent it out
but sometimes I feel like being silent.
anyway im off to bed
have a terrible headache
Ali: acha
- Neha, Ali
Neha says:
Thanks Ali, for one of the most comforting conversations ever…
April 12th, 2007 at 09:33 pm
Anusha says:
Ali Sultan where are you?
:( We need you back!!
June 7th, 2007 at 11:00 am