Tried so hard and got so far. In the end it doesn't even matter

Fiction
You drew the circle. Someone needed to be left out. You did not change the radius. I have never asked you why. You choose me. I was your best bet as the person who would understand. And of course I understood. My conscious self did. But inside somewhere something broke. Without a noise. And you are the one who is disappointed. How and Why?




Back to Fantasy
While watching the world cup final, I was wondering if I could be any person in the world cup whom would I be. Before going further let me concede that ed I am quite the football lay person. Was debating between the referee and the goalie, and within a second the choice was clear. I would so want to be the goalie. A team player, with individual glory. And if I was to be a part of rock band, I would want to be the drummer.

Reality
I was in Bombay when the blasts happened. We were in a 5 hour jam from Ballard Estate to Bandra. I was pleasantly surprised to see people stopping vehicles and giving out water and biscuits. And I thought to myself how this would so not be the case in Delhi. And no. Not because delhites are a less compassionate people , but because we have far too many inhibitions. However Bombay pays a price, and a high one at that, to get their uninhbitedness. More on that later.