Bullet For My Heart

I am in love.

There is nothing in the world that can be compared to this feeling, this amazing sensation that makes you not to be able to contain yourself any more, this feeling which seems to overflow through every pore of your being, transformed from pure emotion into particles of light, making you agile and denser at the same time. Your precious secret makes its way out through your every action, every thought and every gesture: there’s no denying it and it can’t be held back any longer.

Before I saw him, I heard him from the distance and that song made me feel conscious of everything around me, senses heightened, heartbeat elevated, knees weakened, the roaring sound piercing swiftly from the ground below, rising wildly, shattering my eardrums and reddening my cheeks. It was the sound of Cupid’s missile shattering my heart.

And then I saw him. It was, indeed predestined. It was, possibly, love at first sight. There couldn’t have been a better match. His towering presence made everything else fade, turning the surroundings into a washed-out black and white setting with his strong overpowering build the center of attention. No eyes could turn away and he was painstakingly, secretly studied from every possible angle, and no one could deny his flawlessness.

And he was mine. So proud I was about my most recent conquest that feelings of excitement, anxiousness, nervousness and nausea competed for their turn at the steering wheel of my heart. In the end, love won, for the perfect stud had all he needed to sweep me off my feet and carry me away forever.

His name: Glonț.

Casual Khasi Conversation

Best ‘Whele flom’ talk I ever had:

Walking on the street back to the guesthouse, I failed to notice the two young Khasi lads walking in the opposite direction on the other side of the road. I only did notice one when he started crossing the street diagonally so as to meet me sort of halfway.

‘Hi!!!!’ he said, loud and clear, just in case I didn’t properly understand English and needed an official sign that it’s, in fact, English that is being spoken.

‘Hey,’ I said, looking up at him, unhindered by his yell.

‘Where???’ he said, showing no intention to stop.

‘Home,’ I answered with a presence of mind rarely seen, going by serenely.

‘OK,’ he said as he was already well past me, seemingly satisfied with my answer.

Could it be any easier?