Thoughtz over an Isobaric process

I wasnt feelin sleepy. I had no other option but to think. I slithered into virtual dreams...... lots of things haunted me. One thing amongst it was my current position in the immediate environment. How useful am i to my immediate environment? what purpose do i serve which others dont? How many people around me need me?

I cudnt find more than two people who need me. For a moment i felt i couldnt live like this. There must be something abt me that lies unique to me. I knew there lies sumthn that contains me and indifferent to everyone but i just couldnt find it. I asked my conscience repeatedly without any use. To evade answers to all these questions i put my thinkin organ on something else sub-consciously.

My thoughts again raced towards her. It was 2 years since i met her and i wanted to endure her. It wasnt any urgency but somethin i couldnt better explain. I loved her . She loved me. But we had different definitions of love. That was'nt the point that seperated us. She knew my definition. I knew hers. But we couldnt intrude upon each others definitions.

The other day i read that when a girl fiddles with her hair when she talks with you she likes you and she is interested in what you are speaking . A parallel statement is that when a man looks at you into the eyes then he is interested. From that day i started noticing people when i talked. while most of the men watched into the eyes, i did not find many women playing with their hair. Over the days i found only one gal playing wid her hair. No regrets though.

I'm now waitin to meet her, to see her into her eyes when she talks, n to see if she runs her hand through her silky soft hair. GUSTO !!!!!

----------------->hazy!!!!!