Miss. Her

I really miss her. We used to spend so much time together through the night, getting to know each other. I didn't learn much of her, could never read her, yet loved her. I will never know if she had anything for me or not. Nor will I care. She just sang along, giving me the glare when I did something I shouldn't have been doing.

Sometimes she got bored and said "Why don't you ever try something new?". But I was more comfortable with the same old ones and moreover, lacked any creativity.

Now she is in a coma, and I am several kilometers (yes, Imperial) away from her. Couldn't bring her along, she is quite averse to a new place (especially if I am). Maybe she didn't want to come, or maybe I was afraid if I brought her along, she wouldn't want to go back.

But what I do miss about her is that she just sat there silently, sometimes not even acknowledging my presence. She did get angry at me sometimes, but in a playful way. We never took our fights seriously (although I wish I had, because that would have done good for me).

My friends loved her. She was always there whenever the bottles were popped open. If she wasn't around for the "Cheers!" bit, she'd come out in a few minutes or so. And usually stayed on for the rest of the night, talking all the time. As the night wore on, she'd go silent and just listen to what we had to say. She knew when to talk and when to listen, precisely. I don't know where she learned that from.

Oh yes, and she loves Bombay. But hates the rains. She never goes out even if it looks like it might rain. But then she rarely ever goes out. Her sister has become old now, and it is rather high maintenance getting her out of the house at all.



Before you get any ideas, *she* is my guitar...
And read that again if you have to.