Weekend blues...

Writing after a real long time... and this is a blue one. Extended weekend - and plans are smashed. When it comes to plans, I am very fussy. And committed. Fussy because I just need an idee fixe. And then I can't let the idea for the plan die. For example, if I feel like going to Mumbai for the weekend, I would plan it out without bothering about work/cost/place of stay etc etc. And If something dare comes in the way of my personal plan, it is always the plan which gets the priority over no-matter-how-serious issues :)

However, this time, the very reason for making the plan has led to the plan being called off. The idea was to spend time with a close friend... whom I've not met for ages... whom I've been missing. "I hope you are coming" is what my friend messaged when I disclosed the plan. And while I'm making plans for all catching up on the lost time, for having long gupshup sessions and the party time, my friend calls it not possible.

Nothing can be more frustrating. A Plan killed and a weekend where u have nothing to do.

My friends tell me: Let go of the past. But I feel past should never be forgotten. Things that happened before can happen again. And if you don't learn from it, you are a big fool.

Probably I expect too much from life. Or from people of the past.