She: This ‘fuckery’ called life; I had grasped
its nature long before you did.
He: Are you sure? And what’s sooner or later for
that matter?
She:
The only way to kill this eternity is to believe in those small things
like they really do matter.
He: I envy you not for your intellect but
for your patience.
She: But it’s not about patience neither intellect,
you ability (or lack of it) to feign interest in people is your only survival
kit.
He: ‘Man is a social animal’! Fuck that!
Can’t it be just animal?
She: Can’t a Secular Democratic Republic do
what it’s meant to do; i.e. provide equal opportunity irrespective? Stop
kidding idiot.
He: It’s
not your ‘know it all’ attitude that irks me; it’s your near perfect
observations that upset me.
She: And it’s not your delusions, it’s your
child like belief in your hopes that amazes me.
He: For a guy with no weekend schedule, for a
grown up with no retirement plans, from a rational idealist to absurdity’s flag
bearer, doesn’t my range impress you?
She:
This ‘lookhagiri’ is worth to die for but for my inability to give a
damn ;)
He:
Alas! This could be limited to you only and not be all pervasive.
She: Lols! This loser like lamenting, doesn’t
it demean you?
He: But mocks also that portrayal of some
vague idealist.
