Green?!

Somehow the melancholic morning was determined to ruin my day ahead. One phonecall had the potential to do so.!.


It was Madda. Ah! Nothing wrong with her. At all. It was just that she was talking highly of somebody I haven't even met and yet the 'complex' besieged me. Maybe just because she is 'his' favourite. I personally have no jealousy or enemity for her. Just the sheer sensation which always burns inside me,' how is she 'that' good?!'


Occasions are scarce, of me feeling so bad and inferior to somebody. And today, her greatness was just by being a girl of 'his' choice.


I yet have to discover for myself how 'rocking' she really is.
***Teenage tantrums again! Phew!***